Al Dee - Go Banana | Текст песни

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• Al Dee
• Go Banana

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I’mma start new noble war. Is this glock suited to my arm?
Think before you say no, think before you go
I don’t wanna be left alone pissed off and overdosed
Something’s tryna disconnect me from the ground that I be standing
From the people that I used to love
And my inner voices tell me: “Dee just take em to your basement
We want you to kill them all”
Who could ever predict I’ll be doing that shit, and I’ll be going that sick
I was a straight A student at school, I was posed to be on top of things
Get a stable job and raise two kids (huuh)
But Devil has plans for me, he changed my whole destiny
Now I suffer from insanity, those voices became my family
They talk me daily even when I sleep

Hook 2x
One day I’mma go banana
And I’mma be locked in a slammer
Murder is the case they gonna give me
God forgive me, I really killed them

My homies find me offensive,
Suddenly I tried to bust a cap in their asses
I was kidding, I was playing, there was nothing aggressive
I don’t really remember the outcome of this action
But my voices quickly came to me and made everything for my pain relief
They told me I’m innocent, I didn’t do anything
But the next day I found blood on my sleeve
I feel sense of guilt, though I threw my emotions down in a pit
Where’s my whip? Wanna get my back ripped
Self-torture and pain is all that I need now
Waving like a sewed flag, dreaming about having a gat
To walk out on the street and shoot em all in the head
Blood pools all around, everybody’s dead, and I’m breathing yet

Hook 2x
One day I’mma go banana
And I’mma be locked in a slammer
Murder is the case they gonna give me
God forgive me, I really killed them

Maybe it’s a dream, and it’s gonna disappear
Maybe I’m already dead, bleeding on a steering wheel
Maybe I’m alive and really do these crazy things
Maybe I got stoned as shit and got far from the real
What kind of shit I’ve been involved in? I can’t control my own limbs
Who can tell me a story similar to mine
I’m here alone slowly dissolving
Who gon’ love me now except aid-men in the small asylum?
They will treat like a mental patient applying little violence
But still I’ll be keeping my gun

Hook 2x
One day I’mma go banana
And I’mma be locked in a slammer
Murder is the case they gonna give me
God forgive me, I really killed them