Tangent
Alright, you know, there was no reason for you to go off on a tangent
A tangent? You thought that was a tangent
My temper is like me, short and ready to burst
My 16's locked and ready like R. Kelly's wet dreams
In the cell, cause he behind bars now
You ain't think I could go that hard
Well, I can go harder, take it farther
Than Harriet Tubman and Slaughter
Light shit like Nat Turner, cause he ain't know his father
I mean the real one
That had to give up nut and make a real son
That said one day he was gon' kill some, drill some
Once he saw that eclipse moon
Made a plan to execute when he done being sick
To get up from the bed and pop some whiteheads
From dirty skin and not feelin' worthy enough
To go and play with the white kids
If only we could do that today
It's too late, cause a nigga love when
His chains lighting the paved way
We hungry for that freedom till it's payday
But fuck them peanut heads
Knock em out they shell and drag em down the lake
They say it gets better when pigs fly
Then I'ma aim it at his chest so he go bye bye
Hello, welcome to the next life fellow
We'll talk when I get back
Gotta put more strings off this cello
They say it gets better when pigs fly
Then I'ma aim it at his chest so he go bye bye
Hello, welcome to the next life fellow
We'll talk when I get back
Gotta put more strings off this cello
I got your man in the trunk
He's tryna get out ASAP
Cause of the rocky road
Screamin' loud like I scream when I ain't near you
And I don't break to bumps
So his body jumps
Thank God he ain't in my rear view
Or I'll be a chump and open it to set him free
But I don't want another day
He hopin' that he see you
And he gets to be in front of your face
That's only rightful to me
When I get close enough
I'll put a brick in place of my feet
I take him down the scenic route
You know what I'm talkin' bout
It goes from 316 to under sea
Where he's sinkin' now
And he thinkin' how I even found him
And thoughts get clouded from water
Cause he ain't breathin' now
You ask about the car
Don't even care about it
Had to get rid of it before hogs caught on
Go get him slaughtered
Even if they wasn't away
Get him stuck in the mud
And cook him for the end of the day
Yeah
They say it gets better when pigs fly
Then I'ma aim it at his chest
So he go bye bye
Hello
Welcome to the next life fellow
We'll talk when I get back
Gotta put more strings off this cello
They say it gets better when pigs fly
Then I'ma aim it at his chest
So he go bye bye
Hello
Welcome to the next life fellow
We'll talk when I get back
Gotta put more strings off this cello
I get you listenin
But I don't see you helpin' me
And I'm makin' a bloodbath
And in order for this recipe to work
I need more bodies
And you step away from gettin' feet up in the air
And once you're caught
Don't ever think I'll set you free
They say you're helpin' people when they are in need
Then why you starin' at me
Like this problem can't be solved
Like this sickness has no remedy
Is something that wrong with me
Maybe none of this would matter
If I was back chillin' with She
They say it gets better when pigs fly
Then I'ma aim it at his chest
So he go bye bye
Hello
Welcome to the next life fellow
We'll talk when I get back
Gotta put more strings off this cello
A tangent? You thought that was a tangent
My temper is like me, short and ready to burst
My 16's locked and ready like R. Kelly's wet dreams
In the cell, cause he behind bars now
You ain't think I could go that hard
Well, I can go harder, take it farther
Than Harriet Tubman and Slaughter
Light shit like Nat Turner, cause he ain't know his father
I mean the real one
That had to give up nut and make a real son
That said one day he was gon' kill some, drill some
Once he saw that eclipse moon
Made a plan to execute when he done being sick
To get up from the bed and pop some whiteheads
From dirty skin and not feelin' worthy enough
To go and play with the white kids
If only we could do that today
It's too late, cause a nigga love when
His chains lighting the paved way
We hungry for that freedom till it's payday
But fuck them peanut heads
Knock em out they shell and drag em down the lake
They say it gets better when pigs fly
Then I'ma aim it at his chest so he go bye bye
Hello, welcome to the next life fellow
We'll talk when I get back
Gotta put more strings off this cello
They say it gets better when pigs fly
Then I'ma aim it at his chest so he go bye bye
Hello, welcome to the next life fellow
We'll talk when I get back
Gotta put more strings off this cello
I got your man in the trunk
He's tryna get out ASAP
Cause of the rocky road
Screamin' loud like I scream when I ain't near you
And I don't break to bumps
So his body jumps
Thank God he ain't in my rear view
Or I'll be a chump and open it to set him free
But I don't want another day
He hopin' that he see you
And he gets to be in front of your face
That's only rightful to me
When I get close enough
I'll put a brick in place of my feet
I take him down the scenic route
You know what I'm talkin' bout
It goes from 316 to under sea
Where he's sinkin' now
And he thinkin' how I even found him
And thoughts get clouded from water
Cause he ain't breathin' now
You ask about the car
Don't even care about it
Had to get rid of it before hogs caught on
Go get him slaughtered
Even if they wasn't away
Get him stuck in the mud
And cook him for the end of the day
Yeah
They say it gets better when pigs fly
Then I'ma aim it at his chest
So he go bye bye
Hello
Welcome to the next life fellow
We'll talk when I get back
Gotta put more strings off this cello
They say it gets better when pigs fly
Then I'ma aim it at his chest
So he go bye bye
Hello
Welcome to the next life fellow
We'll talk when I get back
Gotta put more strings off this cello
I get you listenin
But I don't see you helpin' me
And I'm makin' a bloodbath
And in order for this recipe to work
I need more bodies
And you step away from gettin' feet up in the air
And once you're caught
Don't ever think I'll set you free
They say you're helpin' people when they are in need
Then why you starin' at me
Like this problem can't be solved
Like this sickness has no remedy
Is something that wrong with me
Maybe none of this would matter
If I was back chillin' with She
They say it gets better when pigs fly
Then I'ma aim it at his chest
So he go bye bye
Hello
Welcome to the next life fellow
We'll talk when I get back
Gotta put more strings off this cello
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Writer(s): Armando Pagan
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