Coyotes Howling
I'm tryna let go of the negativity and say something nice
Catch me in the woods eating a bowl of rice oh Christ
I used to be in the project buildings with the mice
I gave up living in the projects I had to make a sacrifice
I didn't want to live in the building no more
I didn't want to have to pay the price
I came to the woods to get a piece of the pie
Yeah I wanted a slice
Now I walk around in the pitch black dark
Tryna start a fire I gotta make spark
I got a bright orange bag on me and
I ain't looking like a mark
I don't wanna go near the ocean
I don't wanna get bit by a shark
I'm on the land looking for a big black bear
That might be climbing up a tree bark
I can hear the coyotes howling
But I'm still scared a bear might be prowling
All in the woods
Yeah I got a lot of can goods and
I don't cook on open fire
No I'm not a liar
I don't wanna vanish and end up on a flyer
I don't wanna draw no bears
I don't camp in groups
I don't hang in pairs
I used to be in apartment buildings
Hanging in the stairs
Now I'm in the open field
Sending out signal flares
Do you see the smoke arising
From the sky yeah I'm getting high and
I'm still lost I had to pay the cost
It's getting chilly and I don't wanna frost
I don't wanna freeze I don't wanna sneeze
I can feel the cold air creeping up my sleeves
I can feel the cold air blowing
In the leaves and I need another drink
I don't wanna kill no mink
A bear might be behind me and
I can't even blink
I'm camping in the cold weather
You niggas light and fluffy
Like a bird feather and I don't wanna
Get together
Will I survive another winter
I gotta chop a lotta wood and
I don't wanna get a splinter
I'm lost without a map and
I don't got a printer
I'm still a winner and
Them niggas still a sinner
I gotta make it through another winter
I gotta make it through the cold and
These rap niggas getting old
I don't wanna keep going
Sometimes and I don't wanna keep knowing
I might be lost in the woods and
It might be snowing and the
Weed I'm still blowing
I need my whip and I don't want to
Get to towing
Yeah I'm still flowing and these
Niggas still slowing down and I
Can hear the foxhound
I know you still listening to my sound and
I don't want my dog to end up in the pound
Imma send off a shot
Imma send off another round and
I don't want my dog to end up in the pound
Imma send off a shot
Imma send off another round
Santa Muerte
Catch me in the woods eating a bowl of rice oh Christ
I used to be in the project buildings with the mice
I gave up living in the projects I had to make a sacrifice
I didn't want to live in the building no more
I didn't want to have to pay the price
I came to the woods to get a piece of the pie
Yeah I wanted a slice
Now I walk around in the pitch black dark
Tryna start a fire I gotta make spark
I got a bright orange bag on me and
I ain't looking like a mark
I don't wanna go near the ocean
I don't wanna get bit by a shark
I'm on the land looking for a big black bear
That might be climbing up a tree bark
I can hear the coyotes howling
But I'm still scared a bear might be prowling
All in the woods
Yeah I got a lot of can goods and
I don't cook on open fire
No I'm not a liar
I don't wanna vanish and end up on a flyer
I don't wanna draw no bears
I don't camp in groups
I don't hang in pairs
I used to be in apartment buildings
Hanging in the stairs
Now I'm in the open field
Sending out signal flares
Do you see the smoke arising
From the sky yeah I'm getting high and
I'm still lost I had to pay the cost
It's getting chilly and I don't wanna frost
I don't wanna freeze I don't wanna sneeze
I can feel the cold air creeping up my sleeves
I can feel the cold air blowing
In the leaves and I need another drink
I don't wanna kill no mink
A bear might be behind me and
I can't even blink
I'm camping in the cold weather
You niggas light and fluffy
Like a bird feather and I don't wanna
Get together
Will I survive another winter
I gotta chop a lotta wood and
I don't wanna get a splinter
I'm lost without a map and
I don't got a printer
I'm still a winner and
Them niggas still a sinner
I gotta make it through another winter
I gotta make it through the cold and
These rap niggas getting old
I don't wanna keep going
Sometimes and I don't wanna keep knowing
I might be lost in the woods and
It might be snowing and the
Weed I'm still blowing
I need my whip and I don't want to
Get to towing
Yeah I'm still flowing and these
Niggas still slowing down and I
Can hear the foxhound
I know you still listening to my sound and
I don't want my dog to end up in the pound
Imma send off a shot
Imma send off another round and
I don't want my dog to end up in the pound
Imma send off a shot
Imma send off another round
Santa Muerte
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Writer(s): Thea Michelle Arnold
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