Yea Good morning Vietnam I’d like to welcome everybody to the INNANE, tune in Log on, yo
I think I fell off of the band as a kid and a hit my head Maybe was bout 10 First time, better tie Michaela up and he walked in Welcome to INNANE, where to begin? Might as well start at the tip top Give me a moment, I’m runnin from time Seems like I’m tied to the clock as it tic tocks Tippin the metropolitan access In which I exist, it’s quick to imagine Imagine the whips I flip When I flip on the beat and my artist pump me for a canvass Camping a van on your local campus What do you mean you’re not there yet? Head brain out, unless you dance on the airway Follow through yo city with my niggas in the caravan ridin
Like do or die, ain’t this some shit? Volume on 10, turn my shit up They fists go pump like pistol whip And Vic – he stay up in some shit Sometimes it’s hard to let go of it I be so high I be in orbit She already cornered me, kinda caught to the economy So I stick I’m on the run but like coexist That’s another one, get the drummer son In this case, I guess that’s me Well make the track and you just ask me I be on some neck shit Wondering why niggas still don’t really respect it When I spit that unexpected Thoughts filled with mine, what a way to collect it? Subconsciously copyin me, niggas just can’t help it So when they get ideas why I be selfish The same as you can sing a blues all you want But they don’t really love you til you Elvis And a label shout for yo album Lord help em, I’m hell bent, oneway train of fame And fake friends, depends on the outcome You get up quick, my shit too hot What gets you hyped? What turns you in? Obviously I really miss it miss it Me and my niggas come at yo party Me and my niggas in the party and we get it started We start the engine and the pendulum swings I’m raising time and tryna find a piece of mind of mine I walk extent to the departed A hardly go a bit and I don’t think I wanna stop And somebody make a nigga wanna keep going I’m going out of my head, I think I wanna die on em I suffer but the fans love me more And the minutes keep comin with the real one They don’t get a village of the cracked ceilings And the black villains that I destroyed Strong arm the government Give automatic weapons to the public Seems my weed bag getting thin My pocket hold no scratch I ponded for apocalypse coming to hold me back
But baby if you love me Let me take where it’s ugly To the place where no one comes Now we’re standin, no man above My Lawd, no no no no I done seen demons
(Hook x2) Tap into my frequency Tap into my frequency Tap into my frequency! Tap into my frequency!Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
