Rambo/Kairos
I grew up hating my home so I moved out to the streets
I took a page from my father and dipped outta the scene
An Algerian teen trapped in paranoia
And tryna manage his low self esteem
Olive branches I never had it handed it to me
Only thing was bagging cabbage, trapping
Selling beats we stole from apple
Me and Sammy, plotting out the maddest plans
Two sides of the same coin with no choice
So we moved up till the heads flipped and we got stuck
In some dumb beef with these new fucks
Who jumped me should not g cos I'm crewed up your in grey court
Tryna rob me of my truey hat
Beige one
Beats pill blasting out Akon
Smack that on repeat and I ate punches
Like a basic trainer laying the foundations
Chest and back aching heart in fact racing
Man I got GTA wasted
I trailed back and I linked up with my mates outside of the station
Target plan maim em
Casket closed fading
Family woes agony groan you should be mad that he chose this life
Whatever gon happen to him it don't matter
I'm happily crazy
What happened next we keep it
Out the pan and in the fire
Doused in sweat but in the dryer
Thousand reps I flex the pyre
Rounded head with messy wires
Late to class but get the marks to aid a hire
Dodge the mosque I lost all faith in god so
Shady bars replace the choir
Jackson pollock kinda mind
I meet your polka dot with psychedelic dot to dots
No doctor needed
Mans an autodidact treat myself get lost in feeling
Box me in thats bad for you I'm off the deepend
Caapi Vine in time of healing
Bacchus night I'm chatting freely
Dunken night I'm getting back N65 enroute to ealing
Got the gat, banana clip ain't that appealing?
Am I dumb or am I punk?
Thugging out to early Trav
High as fuck I'm in the class with indica a couple zans
Moving to a trippy space, plan removing many snakes
Saw her in the reddest dress
Had me feeling super great
Sat on it a couple months
Told her we could be a thing
I'd take her out on any day
What happened next changes all of our lives
No one could have saw the next two years
It was just it was just different you know
When everything lines up in such a way
That it has this cinematic feel to it
It wasn't always positive though we had our hard times too
So lets get into that
Playing for the story summer time we got that mass appeal
Skipping all my classes I done fell in love with daffodils
Treat me like a magnet push and pull
One day your on one day your off yea
Still I hit the pussy man I'm in it creamier than stroganoff ooh
Took you down I tied you up like tourniquets
You loved to try escape I loved to lasso you
And hold you by your shoulder blades
Tell you we would be okay
That things were meant to be this no way
No sé si voy a ir a la fiesta
Wipe away my tears I no got reason to ingest you
The gang is turning sour proud of us but now its havoc
Sound the sirens round em up and get the carriage
When you died we lost our balance
You was right and I was panicked
Now I'm lost inside your palace
Now I'm lost inside your palace
Packing picnics with your daggers
I invite em for a slice or two
Looking for a whiter tooth
Brushing up on skills that you were missing
Tell me why it's a crime who inflicted this on you?
Miss your hitting double digits
Twitching for the fun of thrilling
Trinity Alive and you know its because of you
But you know you a bitch too
Pussy for looking the puss
Missing father what it took to turn me to a hollow crook
Say you play it by the book I know you don't
Say it you have it under wraps I know you won't
Snort a line you still scum
Borderline bipolar with the income
Money come and money go
But you be clubbing till they close
Wishing for the thrill of flows
Drink it till your comatose
Waking up when hell is hot
Jotting down a note from the inspo that you found in the
Dark times past life rizla make the sound shift
Kill a duppy do the most
Spitting like a fountain
Turning to the guy who you can count for the halcyon
Ramble bout the past like he's made it to the mountain
Scrambling my thoughts like I had piloted the outcome
I took a page from my father and dipped outta the scene
An Algerian teen trapped in paranoia
And tryna manage his low self esteem
Olive branches I never had it handed it to me
Only thing was bagging cabbage, trapping
Selling beats we stole from apple
Me and Sammy, plotting out the maddest plans
Two sides of the same coin with no choice
So we moved up till the heads flipped and we got stuck
In some dumb beef with these new fucks
Who jumped me should not g cos I'm crewed up your in grey court
Tryna rob me of my truey hat
Beige one
Beats pill blasting out Akon
Smack that on repeat and I ate punches
Like a basic trainer laying the foundations
Chest and back aching heart in fact racing
Man I got GTA wasted
I trailed back and I linked up with my mates outside of the station
Target plan maim em
Casket closed fading
Family woes agony groan you should be mad that he chose this life
Whatever gon happen to him it don't matter
I'm happily crazy
What happened next we keep it
Out the pan and in the fire
Doused in sweat but in the dryer
Thousand reps I flex the pyre
Rounded head with messy wires
Late to class but get the marks to aid a hire
Dodge the mosque I lost all faith in god so
Shady bars replace the choir
Jackson pollock kinda mind
I meet your polka dot with psychedelic dot to dots
No doctor needed
Mans an autodidact treat myself get lost in feeling
Box me in thats bad for you I'm off the deepend
Caapi Vine in time of healing
Bacchus night I'm chatting freely
Dunken night I'm getting back N65 enroute to ealing
Got the gat, banana clip ain't that appealing?
Am I dumb or am I punk?
Thugging out to early Trav
High as fuck I'm in the class with indica a couple zans
Moving to a trippy space, plan removing many snakes
Saw her in the reddest dress
Had me feeling super great
Sat on it a couple months
Told her we could be a thing
I'd take her out on any day
What happened next changes all of our lives
No one could have saw the next two years
It was just it was just different you know
When everything lines up in such a way
That it has this cinematic feel to it
It wasn't always positive though we had our hard times too
So lets get into that
Playing for the story summer time we got that mass appeal
Skipping all my classes I done fell in love with daffodils
Treat me like a magnet push and pull
One day your on one day your off yea
Still I hit the pussy man I'm in it creamier than stroganoff ooh
Took you down I tied you up like tourniquets
You loved to try escape I loved to lasso you
And hold you by your shoulder blades
Tell you we would be okay
That things were meant to be this no way
No sé si voy a ir a la fiesta
Wipe away my tears I no got reason to ingest you
The gang is turning sour proud of us but now its havoc
Sound the sirens round em up and get the carriage
When you died we lost our balance
You was right and I was panicked
Now I'm lost inside your palace
Now I'm lost inside your palace
Packing picnics with your daggers
I invite em for a slice or two
Looking for a whiter tooth
Brushing up on skills that you were missing
Tell me why it's a crime who inflicted this on you?
Miss your hitting double digits
Twitching for the fun of thrilling
Trinity Alive and you know its because of you
But you know you a bitch too
Pussy for looking the puss
Missing father what it took to turn me to a hollow crook
Say you play it by the book I know you don't
Say it you have it under wraps I know you won't
Snort a line you still scum
Borderline bipolar with the income
Money come and money go
But you be clubbing till they close
Wishing for the thrill of flows
Drink it till your comatose
Waking up when hell is hot
Jotting down a note from the inspo that you found in the
Dark times past life rizla make the sound shift
Kill a duppy do the most
Spitting like a fountain
Turning to the guy who you can count for the halcyon
Ramble bout the past like he's made it to the mountain
Scrambling my thoughts like I had piloted the outcome
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Writer(s): Vincent D Annunzio, Maxwell Perla, Khaled Hamadah
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