Zombie
And one, they shit ain't ever landing, it miss
Throw a tantrum but never throw my hands on a b*
Hanged up, but lowkey you wished you hanged in a bit
I know I can't run, but I got shitty answers to give
And what, shit this damn luck again
Can't love, sicker when you can't a trust a friend
Pampered, how they got you amped up to switch
Bank runs from all the shit I ran up with twin
Gang stuff, swiftly like a panther I skip
Handsome, she wanna join the fan club and shit
Hand-rubs, my sistren said the angst come with it
Phantom lotta times I can't judge the risk
Can't love this business it's cancer
Outta state putting money on a dancer
Know I'm safe, some niggas love me in Atlanta
From the gray, how its sunny like Fanta
Hug me like an anchor, dummy
I can tell that's moving funny not banter
The real ones gettin damper
Niggas just be sayin' stuff that's what bring me anger
You could imitate it but we never get a thank ya
We only see the shit drown
We never get disclaimers
Why would I put the spliff down
Ain't shit could really save us
It get crumbled and get kicked out
History of labor
Throw a tantrum but never throw my hands on a b*
Hanged up, but lowkey you wished you hanged in a bit
I know I can't run, but I got shitty answers to give
And what, shit this damn luck again
Can't love, sicker when you can't a trust a friend
Pampered, how they got you amped up to switch
Bank runs from all the shit I ran up with twin
Gang stuff, swiftly like a panther I skip
Handsome, she wanna join the fan club and shit
Hand-rubs, my sistren said the angst come with it
Phantom lotta times I can't judge the risk
Can't love this business it's cancer
Outta state putting money on a dancer
Know I'm safe, some niggas love me in Atlanta
From the gray, how its sunny like Fanta
Hug me like an anchor, dummy
I can tell that's moving funny not banter
The real ones gettin damper
Niggas just be sayin' stuff that's what bring me anger
You could imitate it but we never get a thank ya
We only see the shit drown
We never get disclaimers
Why would I put the spliff down
Ain't shit could really save us
It get crumbled and get kicked out
History of labor
Credits
Writer(s): Michael Bonema
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