Thank the Lord
I've got no remorse
I whip that shit like a stolen Porsche
Turn right back round and I close the door
Make no sound so I thank the lord
Scar on my face, that's griffindor
Out my face while I pour a four
Bitch by my side and she on on fours
Down for the ride so I thank the lord
Tattooed face cos I was ignored
So I take what I take and I take some more
Cos I been there broke, man I grew up poor
Kids with blades like they're in the war
Blood and guts, man I've seen the gore
So I roll my green up in a raw
Codeine piss just hit the floor
Raining drugs like I'm in the storm
So times like this I thank the lord that I'm from the storm
Dodging blue lights, Jason Bourne
I stay on form when I break the law
Karate chop, man I break the board
I'm tough at heart like Dumbledore
Cos I'm from the swamp, you'll hear the roar
Cos I've got no job, so I write some more
You man are soft just like velour
Cold to the touch, I'm from the morgue
And my wrists get cut, gold in my jaw
Cos I got no luck, life fucked me raw
Just dripping blood, I'm dead by dawn
With a broken smile and a rotten core
Feeling fine but I'm just not sure
Just wasting time so I close that door
My state of mind is not like yours
Cos I've got no remorse
I whip that shit like a stolen Porsche
Turn right back round and I close the door
Make no sound so I thank the lord
Scar on my face, that's griffindor
Out my face while I pour a four
Bitch by my side and she on on fours
Down for the ride so I thank the lord that I'm from the storm
I whip that shit like a stolen Porsche
Turn right back round and I close the door
Make no sound so I thank the lord
Scar on my face, that's griffindor
Out my face while I pour a four
Bitch by my side and she on on fours
Down for the ride so I thank the lord
Tattooed face cos I was ignored
So I take what I take and I take some more
Cos I been there broke, man I grew up poor
Kids with blades like they're in the war
Blood and guts, man I've seen the gore
So I roll my green up in a raw
Codeine piss just hit the floor
Raining drugs like I'm in the storm
So times like this I thank the lord that I'm from the storm
Dodging blue lights, Jason Bourne
I stay on form when I break the law
Karate chop, man I break the board
I'm tough at heart like Dumbledore
Cos I'm from the swamp, you'll hear the roar
Cos I've got no job, so I write some more
You man are soft just like velour
Cold to the touch, I'm from the morgue
And my wrists get cut, gold in my jaw
Cos I got no luck, life fucked me raw
Just dripping blood, I'm dead by dawn
With a broken smile and a rotten core
Feeling fine but I'm just not sure
Just wasting time so I close that door
My state of mind is not like yours
Cos I've got no remorse
I whip that shit like a stolen Porsche
Turn right back round and I close the door
Make no sound so I thank the lord
Scar on my face, that's griffindor
Out my face while I pour a four
Bitch by my side and she on on fours
Down for the ride so I thank the lord that I'm from the storm
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Writer(s): Blønde
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