Moors - Gas | Текст песни

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(Verse)
I don't need it, believed it
Soul with me, so read up and tweet me
It ain't neva been no hope in the sequence
Tryna reason with the daemon in the mirror
Only option to be free is believe this
Can't jump up off the tree cause I fear
Scat knees where the priestess live
And neva eva had an angel up here
Dropped Jesus and rolled with the evil
You will see, there's no difference in the theme, tho
Rain quarter make my petrified stream flow
Hella holy is my psychotropic dream boat
Petty Ed and neva reached above D-low
No wifi signals at the seat flow
Flick the switch like glitches on people
You don't know me, bro, so don't try to keep up

(Hook x2)
Sorry mother, mama, mah, ma
I'm outta gas
Sorry papa, father, dad, da
Hmm hmm, I'm outta gas
No love for a thang in decline
No love for a thang in decline

(Verse 2)
No more fucks, been in so I flame that
Fame shit with my indo
Whole lip stroke on the dick
A big bro, my AK-47 kiss my window
I play late, when the light get dim low
I'm in yo backyard with a hammer and sickle
A sicko! Beginning of the end
America, your niggas are the children of the men
They got a strap, prison is a sin
Infected cell block, blood dripping from my pen
It's so simple, they slip into a fit
When you walk on hope and your mentals is your friends
I don't talk no more, wanna thump, we can thump
But I come to run shit, bitch, you walk on snow
All of 'em gon' perish from the greed of the weak
In the hardest cloud summoned up from Venice Beaches

(Hook x2)


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