Lyrics
[Chorus] x2
Fallin', I'm crawlin' home to closed doors,
pickin' scabs where I can't bleed no more,
I need protection invest in the shield of a battle,
even the wind gets lost in the shadow
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[Verse 1]
I hate movin' I use-ta be a check mate,
now I just made home, cross on my chest plate,
put on my best face, I'll see you the next day,
conceilin' my feelings and saved or it's less taste,
like no-salt, I pole-vault over the line,
drinkin' an Aquafina liter tryna sober the mind,
'cause I know I'm close to my prime, no nose to the sky,
like some will stay humble til I'm closed in the pine,
here's a toast to who died, frozen moments in time-
-you can't get rid of like crows on the clothes-line,
so ignore em like road signs when distorted, high
'til you end up in a line inside the court and tried,
abort the lies, become another face, embrace that,
revenge is what you seek, defeat it tastes bad,
and you don't speak out, you chased to the back,
'til the sun is ahead of you and you fade to the black
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[Chorus]
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[Verse 2]
I've grown, now disowned of my trust,
drinkin' patron, no pistol by my nuts,
feelin' prone like there's crystal in the dutch,
but it's just dro, a fistful of the stuff,
dismall is the gut-feelin' I been havin',
goin' overboard like you stealin' from the Captain,
bein' real and just rappin' gets you kudos and daps,
consumed by the trap when your loot don't get stacked,
in proper figures make it rain like doppler pictures
and f*** in' shine until the sockets flicker
being off-the-rictor, -scales you in a seperate light,
I still believe & they tie me with Reverand Wright,
he's just a rebel mind, his almost resembles mine,
say I'm blind like I can't see in a Devil's Night,
difference is you place blame, I make flames kid
and let all you f*** ers die when the place caves in
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[Chorus]
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[Verse 3]
I'm stranded and radars can't pick me up,
this damn mood got me wishin' for a re-up,
my tee-up, ball in my corner, livin' in the rough,
it's a storm out here and I aint skippin' in the mud,
time to nip it in the bud, put a stop to this gossip,
nonsense they talkin', I aint rob in no stockin',
and I'm not from compton, aint shoot or been shottin',
aint dealt but I've boughten, so chill I been plottin',
{how?}... to make waves like Noah's Arc,
so quote this bar, a star is what my motives are
please don't shoot me down like D. Smith said,
I'd rather be beatin' to a pulp until I piss red,
but you misread, my opposition is this composition,
I'm not for kickin' a concept that's not consistent,
so distant is your genius, peep this,
you can swing from my nuts but get the f*** off my penis
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[Chorus]
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