Lyrics

I saw twenty seven bodies when at Grand Lake They were dropped Unless getting shot I felt panic for the plot I went to the spot They did not ask me for ID There was not a single cop Even near the liquor shop Pop pop! close the door on me and get your fingers caught Knock knock! In control like a top stock stopcock Hot like a wok and you're following me Like a shepherd with his flock But I'm like a master lock Can't copy! They're playing with their money all sloppy Like monopoly. Nobody can stop me I'm paparazzi the way I flash, snap no floppy I could buy old school Atari Running out of energy. No triple-A I feel myself slip away Shot in the dark. Made it ricochet I can't scrub away my past I'll probably end up double-A And fail tryna run away with a priming double date Uh, give all of my orders like a mandate Stoop myself so I can think Now I can't stand straight We can't talk We don't think the same and I can't translate I don't think it can wait I got manmade struggles handmade Things you cannot patch up with a band-aid Things that you cannot patch up with fanmail and grants paid Demands made that without a plan I can't change Damn straight And I talk like I'm in La Folie And I take the recognition like R.O.C Do things myself to keep my R.O.E high Know my trajectory like stars know the sky But I don't know anything else about myself Or if there's someone there to help Or if there's someone there to help Or if there's someone there to help Or if there's someone there to help Or if there's someone there to help Or if I'll end up on the shelf
Writer(s): Kevin Kempt Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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