1. |
Genesis
03:30
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[Intro]
Iām floating back down
Land with my feet on the ground
You shouldāve saw me right now
As I walk right around town
[Chorus]
Made this my genesis, and Iām up now
Catchin' up with the underground
I have nothing in mind
I couldāve just read, shouldāve saw a sign
[Verse]
Oh well, Iām running out of time
Put up everything, runnin' out of time
I done rushed, done out all of it on the line
Mood swings feel so morose, I wonder why
I thought of nothing, couldāve hoped for somethin' more
I donāt know if there was any other hope
I donāt know what else did I chose
Say it so, but what else fled the coast
Self-destructed my emotions to those that act so tough, but they are fuckin bogus
There needs to be a reason why I close the end of the story but aināt nothing to compose it
Lost along the coastlines, I might die very rough but it can only happen one time
I canāt even seem to fuckin' synthesize, every time when I light it up, I might be mentally blind
[Chorus]
Made this my genesis, and Iām up now
Catchin' up with the underground
I have nothing in mind
I couldāve just read, shouldāve saw a sign
[Verse 2]
Tell me what you want
Tell me what you need
Tell me what you see, as I canāt see no more
I canāt even blink, feelin' disclosed
An abstract feeling, nothin' speaks more
Why you try to cheat, you is just a ho
You donāt believe me, you only with me for the money
I donāt really care what you need, you never pleased me
I knew it from the start, I'm aware of my surroundings
Surroundings, and the case closed, keep your hands off me
[Outro]
Iām floating back down
Land with my feet on the ground
You shouldāve saw me right now
As I walk right around town
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2. |
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[Intro: Surg1]
Uh, yeah
[Chorus: Surg1]
Pull up with the gang yet she never noticed
Nothing be the same when Iām out of focus
Tryna fix my range like Iām in automotive
Run a train full of friends, goin' locomotive
Never seen my train of thought, wonder whatās my motive
In a bumpy ass world, I be roller coastin'
I might swerve off the coast, goin' full throttle and Iām strollin'
[Verse 1: Surg1]
I be walkin' til the end, whole lotta steps to cover
Bumpin' that SPM, Mary go round til she hover
I canāt lose again, how can I even trust her?
Trust me, you could never trust a person out, they undercover, shit
I might just kick down the door
Pour up and sip up a fo'
I donāt know what they did think though
And I cannot trust these hoes
Why bother when they so old?
In I-45, bumpin' out the old
Iām with A Hype, tell āem what the fuckās goin' on
[Verse 2: A Hype]
This shit is locomotive
I have wrote an oath of ways to live
Iāll give a sample
One example of how shove is needed when push aināt did it
Ya can hush the noise and keep poise
Kid shit aināt exceeded that
But when they been resorting to violence
Silence aināt gonā get them at, that
Stand up for ya own
This shit does get key, be grown
We can all joke around, but donāt poke the sound
Iām bound to strike like in the zone
In easy terms, Iāll beat ya fucking ass like queasy worms
To a stomp from a boot, we win the comp
Our shot we shoot, blow, wow!
[Chorus: Surg1]
Pull up with the gang yet she never noticed
Nothing be the same when Iām out of focus
Tryna fix my range like Iām in automotive
Run a train full of friends, goin' locomotive
Never seen my train of thought, wonder whatās my motive
In a bumpy ass world, I be roller coastin'
I might swerve off the coast, goin' full throttle and Iām strollin'
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3. |
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[Intro: Surg1]
Yuh, aye!
Wassup
Que pasa Miguel?
We boutta run some shit, for real
Uh
[Chorus: Surg1]
We boutta break yo bum ass down, feel like a grim reaper
Pull up outside and step in yo ground, walk in with a heater
Yeah, bitch, you better sit down and listen when we speakin'
We run the fuckin' underground, made yo ass tweakin'
[Verse 1: Surg1]
Escupo, yo no juego
Todo lo que escupo es fuego
Todos haters, nos vemos luego
Nada mƔs que tu pinche texto
Yendo al oeste, donde rockeo
En mi mente no hay nada
Caminar al cielo, vi el nirvana
Hablo ingles, mi espaƱol es mala
But yeah, we finna pull up
Better get ready to roll up
Sippin' on my AriZona
Iām in yo hood, never gave a fuck
Play out my beat and Iām boostin that shit
Freestyle bout what Iām doin' and shit
I took yo hoes and screwed up the clique
I take it to go, 'cause Iām rushin' and shit
Itās me and the Riddler, and the gang
And a cult fanbase that say what I say
Iām makin' this bread, I donāt play
All you do is procrastinate
21 Savage, 30s in your face, 60s and 90s and Ks
Walkin' inside of a bank
Come with a case and stuff it inside of a safe
[Chorus: Surg1]
We boutta break yo bum ass down, feel like a grim reaper
Pull up outside and step in yo ground, walk in with a heater
Yeah, bitch, you better sit down and listen when we speakin'
We run the fuckin' underground, made yo ass tweakin'
[Verse 2: MiguelCM]
I gottem bitches and hoes
Tell āem Iām counting my money on rows
LlegĆ³ el RIDDLER paā partir en dos
Me bajo del aviĆ³n, voy para otro show, en el Super Bowl
Dile a tu perra que mire pa allĆ”
Que venga pa acĆ”, lo que dejĆ³ atrĆ”s
Dicen que no lo iba a lograr
Y ahora les llueven balas como en el Fortnite
Para que tener que hacerlo
Si no tienen los huevos pa meterse en mi juego
Llego, llego, escupiendo veneno
Como Dominic Toretto corriendo mƔs rƔpido que el viento
Lo estƔn sintiendo, ya lo estƔn viendo
LlegĆ³ el mexicano poniĆ©ndole par de huevos
Y sin fumarme ni un maldito porro
DemostrƩ ser mucho mejor que tus compas y el resto
Me quieren llamar de novato, nah
MƔs de veinte mil en un aƱo, ha
Que sigan chingando, que sigan chingando
Que llega el grim reaper y les caga el palo
Tus perra me ama, me llama āun diabloā
Dicen āque hijueputaā como es millonario
Pa que quede claro que no es un engaƱo
Los prĆ³ximos Grammyās me llevo el disco del aƱo
[Chorus: Surg1]
We boutta break yo bum ass down, feel like a grim reaper
Pull up outside and step in yo ground, walk in with a heater
Yeah, bitch, you better sit down and listen when we speakin'
We run the fuckin' underground, made yo ass tweakin'
We boutta break yo bum ass down, feel like a grim reaper
Pull up outside and step in yo ground, walk in with a heater
Yeah, bitch, you better sit down and listen when we speakin'
We run the fuckin' underground, made yo ass tweakin'
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4. |
Extra sh!t
02:15
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Now you see me, now you donāt
I done pull up with the newest VVS on my coat
I done pull up with the AR-50 on my tote
I done pulled up, if they tryna beat me, you gon choke
I might boot up on these Perc-50ās, imma trip
Donāt know what is up when they see me, let it rip
Sip the drank with the double cup, leave me with a tip
Knowing that I be fat as fuck, I be on that extra shit
Fuck, codeine and Actavis
They donāt owe me, I donāt buy no shit
You donāt know me, you not close and shit
On that new Carharrt jeans, close to buy a fit
Iām boutta hit up the bass
All of the beats just be hitting the space
How does it feel to be awake?
Tryin to catch out the mofuckin' strays
Catchin' my place with a paint I spray
Itās every day when I break out the save
Pull up inside with the mofuckin' shanks
Sliding around yet I donāt even skate
What if I started servin' all of the base?
What if I start creasin' all of my Js?
What if I go far wearing all of your shades?
As a rockstar, Iām goin' all for the hate
I donāt give no fucks, imma ball 'til I canāt, yeah
Now you see me, now you donāt
I done pull up with the newest VVS on my coat
I done pull up with the AR-50 on my tote
I done pulled up, if they tryna beat me, you gon choke
I might boot up on these Perc-50ās, imma trip
Donāt know what is up when they see me, let it rip
Sip the drank with the double cup, leave me with a tip
Knowing that I be fat as fuck, I be on that extra shit
Fuck codeine and Actavis
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5. |
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[Intro: Surg1]
Uhh, ooh, uh
[Verse 1: Surg1]
I couldnāt see what you saw next to me
Iām broken bad, drowning in this ecstasy
This not Breaking Bad, thereās no methods for me
Iām lost, maybe I went out a little far
Maybe I went a little too far
Walking out with my closed scars
The smoke around me, not no cigars
Some bad news to plead, I let it starve
How did I get to see, whatās in front of me
Iām like a little lost, but I never bleed
I did this on my own, itās just me in me
And the KDS gang, we be like a team
I should feel good about myself
I got some followers who aināt left behind me shelves
And I know that my life, it could turn out kinda well
But I have doubts, and it aināt never help, standing out by myself
[Verse 2: Lav Kazan]
Fuck it up, bitch, Iām gon hit
Fuck it up, bitch, we too lit
Fuck it up, bitch, Iām gon hit
Fuck it up, bitch, we too lit
Percocet all in my sysā
Do this shit, yeah, till Iām rich
Pour this cup, yeah, till Iām dead
Pour this cup till I forget
Yeah, yeah
Lonely ass muhāfucker, thatās how Iām living
Lean in this cup and I lean on his vision
Run from the past, yeah, I run cause he livid
Canāt worry bout a bitch, Iām on a mission
Yeah, Iām killing it, but you wonāt listen
All of you fake bitches follow, not hearing
Locked in a dungeon, yeah, I just keep sinning
Iām done pretending like Iām all ok
Cause truthfully Iāve been asleep in a grave
I donāt know what to do without my savior
So I bottle it up till itās vapor
[Verse 3: Surg1]
These fuckers be scary and cold
They arenāt what that we were told
I just pulled up, protecting my soul
I never left, I never go fold
You always be betting whateverās gon blow
Right to the left the turns that I flow
I be a menace, the way that I flow
But Iām lost in my train of thoughts, call be on hold
Iām hitting it back, better off on hold
Iām into the top, top of my dome
Hit onto my line, donāt call my telephone
Why is you lying, donāt hide behind your emotes
[Outro: Surg1]
Yeah, oh, yuh
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6. |
Texas heat
02:43
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[Chorus]
I just be sick and tired
I just be sick and tired, the heat done got me fried
Wish it was all a lie, ever since Rosie died
I donāt feel alright, uh
I donāt feel alright, wish that it was a lie
But now Iām traumatized, I feel traumatized
Aināt a sacrifice, I wish she was alright
Had the water bowl and everything, couldāve sworn she was energized
But knowing that itās Texas, heat gon be at rise
Heat gon be at rise
[Verse]
Iām done with the bullshit, thereās nothing left to fix
She was fine with the kids, hop around the smallest bin
Wish it didnāt make sense, jump out the fuckinā fence
Couldnāt see the event, aināt no money ever gon fix it
At all
[Bridge]
At all
At all
At all
[Chorus]
I just be sick and tired
I just be sick and tired, the heat done got me fried
Wish it was all a lie, ever since Rosie died
I donāt feel alright, at all
I donāt feel alright, wish that it was a lie
But now Iām traumatized, I feel traumatized
Aināt a sacrifice, I wish she was alright
Had the water bowl and everything, couldāve sworn she was energized
But knowing that itās Texas, heat gon be at rise
Heat gon be at rise
[Outro]
At all
At all
At all
At all
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[Escape from my mind]
[Hook]
At times I feel alone
Yet what you want for me girl
I had flashbacks when I was home
Now itās all covered in bones
Leave me alone, I have nowhere to go
Leave me alone, I have nowhere to go
At times I feel alone
Now itās all covered in bones
[Instrumental]
[Hook]
At times I feel alone
Yet what you want for me girl
I had flashbacks when I was home
Now itās all covered in bones
Leave me alone, I have nowhere to go
Leave me alone, I have nowhere to go
At times I feel alone
Now itās all covered in bones
[Verse]
A plan to keep avenging, Iām just lounging while pretending
That I gave a fuck what you and others think
Surrounded by the woods, on the floor like Iām grounded
Hung up on the wall like a head of a deer mounted
All of these years that I still remain countinā
With these random ass moments in my head, Iām surrounded
But I never had a thought at all, my mind went blank
I used to hate myself, I thought of walking down a plank
I tried to escape from my mind, confiscate
I tried to escape from my mind, confiscate
I tried to escape from my mind, confiscate
I tried to escape from my mind, confiscate
I tried-
[In the night sky]
[Chorus]
Was I really high
Was I floatinā in the sky
When I saw the only purple rainbow in the night sky
In the night sky
In the night sky
In the night sky
[Verse]
Wish I took a pic, cause its not a lie
Ended up writing a whole book about it
These were the old times where I was about it
These were the days when I was only ten
Nowadays it was all imaginary, all fantasy
Nowadays Iām in a party where we all sip Hennessy
And nowadays we in a lockdown everywhere filled with jealousy
Nowadays I feel like everybody hated me
In the past, in the past
[Chorus]
Was I really- in the sky
When I saw the only purple rainbow in the night sky
In the night sky
In the night sky
In the night sky
Was I really high
Was I floatinā in the sky
When I saw the only purple rainbow in the night sky
In the night sky
In the night sky
In the night sky
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8. |
My mind went missing
03:47
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9. |
No lo quiero [crazy]
04:42
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10. |
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Rotting on the floor
Shouldāve saw me on the floor
Try to find me on the floor
Until I kick down the door
Until I break off the door
Wouldnāt sleep anymore
Find me down on the floor
You wouldnāt sleep anymore
Rotting on the floor
Shouldāve saw me on the floor
Try to find me on the floor
Until I kick down the door
Until I break off the door
Wouldnāt sleep anymore
Find me down on the floor
You wouldnāt sleep anymore
Rotting on the floor
Shouldāve saw me on the floor
Try to find me on the floor
Until I kick down the door
Until I break off the door
Wouldnāt sleep anymore
Find me down on the floor
You wouldnāt sleep anymore
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11. |
aešŗš½aHšš½
02:20
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Boutta take that money, 'bout it, yeah, down town, yeah
Boutta take that money, 'bout it, yeah, down town, yeah
Boutta take that money, 'bout it, yeah, down town, yeah
Boutta take that money, 'bout it, yeah, down town, yeah
Boutta- Bout to brush it down, 'bout to do everything for no reason
Maybe ācause a treason
Boutta- Bout to brush it down, 'bout to do everything for no reason
Maybe ācause a treason
What you said?
No, no, no, tell me, yeah, yeah, what you said?
We don't be giving no fucks, what you said?
No, no, no, tell me, yeah, yeah, what you said?
I'm pulling up in Tonkas, bitch, that's what I said
I'm pulling up in Tonkas, bitch, that's what I said
Yeah, rock these brand new diamonds, yeah, these new baguettes
I just walked in with the fire sittin' inside my bag
I just told my twizzy get 'em, and guess what he did?
Boutta take that money, 'bout it, yeah, down town, yeah
Boutta take that money, 'bout it, yeah, down town, yeah
Boutta take that money, 'bout it, yeah, down town, yeah
Boutta- Bout to brush it down, 'bout to do everything for no reason
Maybe ācause a treason
Boutta- Bout to brush it down, 'bout to do everything for no reason
Maybe ācause a treason
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12. |
Jet engine interlude
01:25
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I am lost
And I'm in lust
Oh my god, oh
In love, and hate, in a jet engine
Jet engine, oh
Woah
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13. |
Candy paint
04:35
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-Trunk, thats my big boy
Riding down the slab in my candy red toy
Lookin' so good, represent my hood
8100-
Oh, oh
All this fuckin money got me doing some things
All this purple on me lookin like candy paint
Bout to brush it down, 'bout to do everything for no reason
Maybe cause a treason
Boutta take that money, 'bout it, yeah, down town, yeah
Iām boutta ride around, Iām from the H-Town
Where all the shit that you hear is so screwed up, man
I donāt give a damn what the fuck you think about us, yeah
-Trunk, thats my big boy
Riding down the slab in my candy red toy
Lookin' so good, represent my hood
Riding down the slab in my candy red toy
Lookin' so good
Lo senti en mi corazon
Esa perra es una cabrĆ³n
Yo bola en esa perra, como LeBron
y escribo todo eso en una canciĆ³n
Whatever I said
I be feeling nauseous every day when I get no rest
All these problems I be hit with when I try my best
Might need a purple drank when I get this bread
Least that Iām not dead
All this fuckin money got me doing some things
All this purple on me lookin like candy paint
Bout to brush it down, 'bout to do everything for no reason
Maybe cause a treason
Boutta take that money, 'bout it, yeah, down town, yeah
Iām boutta ride around, Iām from the H-Town
Where all the shit that you hear is so screwed up, man
I donāt give a damn what the fuck you think about us, yeah
-Trunk, thats my big boy
Riding down the slab in my candy red toy
Lookin' so good, repre-represent my hood
Riding down the slab in my candy red toy
Lookin-lookin' so-
They cannot fuck with us
I do not feel enough
I cannot feel the trust
You donāt even feel enough
Iām in a rave, all alone
Iām boutta rage all in my zone
Yeah, shawty tryna hit all up over my phone
I donāt even want you anymore
I got DND so you better stay alone, yeah
I donāt even know at all but I got all this drank
Iām bout to sip and pour syrup
Iām bout to sip all over my drank, yeah
All this fuckin money got me doing some things
All this purple on me lookin like candy paint
Bout to brush it down, 'bout to do everything for no reason
Maybe cause a treason
Boutta take that money, 'bout it, yeah, down town, yeah
Iām boutta ride around, Iām from the H-Town
Where all the shit that you hear is so screwed up, man
I donāt give a damn what the fuck you think about us, yeah
I swear to the lord Iām barely getting high when I was just swerving the coupe
It feel like a blessing but only in disguise
When I came back in with you
Iām only goin up all up to the skies, in a candy paint car with the troops
Drip to the head, the body, then the shoes
Straight like a 2 piece, came with a tool
KDS Shit, with the gang and the troops
Fuck up the shit, Iām on Planet Drool
Hailing from the fuckin flatlands where I be hailing from, H O U
Tippin on top of the syrup, trippin and shit, chopped and screwed
Like Paul Wall, I be sittin sidewayz while I swang when Iām comin' through
Even though I donāt ball, I be countin' everyday, all day, so I donāt got time with you
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[Chorus: Surg1]
Iām boutta run it up, fuck it
Iām boutta run it up, and I get the mofuckin' bag
You runnin' out of luck, watch out ācause you about to fuckin' crash
Iām boutta flock with the birds, arrive in time when I mofuckin' land
Whatever I go, Let that shit rip, bangin' that shit til I canāt
I just be mofuckin' glidin, Iām boutta flock em
Haters, they always be slidin', fuckā em
Showing up uninvited, I feel like Matan Even
This is my mofuckin' season, donāt give a fuck what you dreamin'
[Verse 1: Surg1]
Whateverās the case, you reachin'
But you donāt even fuckin' mean it
Makin some racks, I be creamin'
Perky some beans, Iām geekin'
I just be sitting around and pounce til Iām out of my head, I be thinkin'
Iām a disappointment for some reason
Reach to the top, whatever Iām reachin'
And I cannot stop, forever my season
And if I stopped, I be a quitter
But shit aināt no one gon stop, so Iām gon be the winner
Catch up with my hope
Bless that shit like a Pope
But damn like I donāt know
I just go make that shit blow
Iām boutta run it all down
Iām boutta take that money
But I might plead the fifth
But I got no fucks to give
[Verse 2: Js Kayden]
Kayden on the beat know I'm not gon miss
Talking down crazy, then his block gon spin
Me and Surg looking for some fucks to give
We know you a hater, you ain't got nothing
How he talk down and then he forgive
Stay to yo word, guess you not like this
Y'all niggas be fed, don't worry where I been
These niggas make me chuckle, just a little slight grin
Music shit light just be making these sounds
See a bad bitch and I tell her turn around
Yes, I'm on top so just give me that crown
These niggas out of bounds while I'm in 5th round
My nigga got blood, but he not a hound
I'm making this bag it's weighing a pound
Niggas be corny all I see is a clown
We got him on the ground and now we surround
Flipping this shit like we up in the kitchen
Y'all niggas be talking, I see sneak dissin'
Pot and a pan how this shit clickin'
Yes he was talking, now he out of commission
Cook this shit up like we frying and fishing
He say he a gangster, but that hit not pitching
Yes I'm spitting these bars they chefs kissing
He got empty threats they just like hissing, bitch
Yuh, KDS shit, gang
[Chorus: Surg1]
Iām boutta run it up, fuck it
Iām boutta run it up, and I get the mofuckin' bag
You runnin' out of luck, watch out ācause you about to fuckin' crash
Iām boutta flock with the birds, arrive in time when I mofuckin' land
Whatever I go, Let that shit rip, bangin' that shit til I canāt
I just be mofuckin' glidin, Iām boutta flock em
Haters, they always be slidin', fuckā em
Showing up uninvited, I feel like Matan Even
This is my mofuckin' season, donāt give a fuck what you dreamin'
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15. |
Wanted 2 leave
03:16
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What if I wanted to leave
But I made sure if that shit hits the way I want to sink
I keep it real, Iām all down to earth but I canāt feel a thing
Jam on the Aphex at April 14th, hop out the whip when Iām boutta leave
Make it fit out ācause you mightāve been exhausting
Boil the hell, makinā that holy water if demons come to me
I couldnāt shout, babe my teeth be hurtinā bad, aināt no flossing
Pop out the beans in front of 12, bitch when Iām coughing
Thereās more than one way to do this, you got options
Either sell the piece to someone else like an auction
But instead I keep it to myself, aināt no blockin'
So fuck what they felt, cuz aināt nobody got the sauce man
I did it again, another song that Iām boppinā
Donāt play pretend cuz I already know that you aināt talkinā
Tired of fakes and all the fake shit, and you aināt poppinā
Prolly need a double cup full of AriZona, aināt no coppinā
Yeah, Iām unreal
I donāt even know how to even keep it trill
Iām from the HTX, bitch, you may keep it still
You may go slow, screwed up until you killed
Running out of hope, donāt know what to expect
I just be saying more but instead it could be less
I gotta find a meaning, but it could be meaningless
And know that you not sorry, I done relapsed until I reflect
Oh
Oh
Oh
No, oh, oh, oh, woah
What if I wanted to leave
But I made sure if that shit hits the way I want to sink
I keep it real, Iām all down to earth but I canāt feel a thing
Jam on the Aphex at April 14th, hop out the whip when Iām boutta leave
Make it fit out ācause you mightāve been exhausting
Boil the hell, makinā that holy water if demons come to me
I couldnāt shout, babe my teeth be hurtinā bad, aināt no flossing
Pop out the beans in front of 12, bitch when Iām coughing
Thereās more than one way to do this, you got options
Either sell the piece to someone else like an auction
But instead I keep it to myself, aināt no blockin'
So fuck what they felt, cuz aināt nobody got the sauce-
Make it fit out ācause you mightāve been exhausting
Boil the hell, makinā that holy water if demons come to me
I couldnāt shout, babe my teeth be hurtinā bad, aināt no flossing
Pop out the beans in front of 12, bitch when Iām coughing
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16. |
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[Chorus: Surg1]
Uh, yeah
Walk in this mo'fuckin stage, and I feel that I can float
Hop back inside of the 808s, imma go rouge
Somebody might as well die today, everything broke
I can't see myself, and I'm about to sink
I can't even help, useless and suffering
I can't see myself, im boutta go chop off the banks
I'm numb, I can't feel my face
[Verse 1: Surg1]
Waking up, from a call, but the sun hasn't rose
Didn't talk, let alone I fall, what did I chose
I chose to pump the hose, but where does it go?
Imma take a X and pop em off, what else can I show?
I be sippin' mean lean, when I'm off and Iām slow
I'm not even needed, but I come when I want
Kind hearts last a bit, but the rest last so long
I just walk through memory lane, see me before I'm gone
I just serve me the base, swerve the V8, then I vroom
[Chorus: Surg1]
Uh, yeah
Walk in this mo'fuckin stage, and I feel that I can float
Hop back inside of the 808s, imma go rouge
Somebody might as well die today, everything broke
I can't see myself, and I'm about to sink
I can't even help, useless and suffering
I can't see myself, im boutta go chop off the banks
I'm numb, I can't feel my face
[Verse 2: seezenz]
Pass the loud and, lay me down
I might sleep forever, I might sleep forever
But I canāt make no money if I decide to sleep forever
I might, I might, I might sleep forever
I might, I might, I might sleep forever, I might
Let me ask you sum, is yo money right?
Is yo money right, why you talkin' down, like, uh
Why you talkin' down, ay, ay
Make yourself look like a clown
Make yourself look like a clown
Go back to the circus, uh
[Bridge: seezenz]
Hol' up, hol' up, hol' up, hol' up, hol' up
Hol' up, hol' up, hol' up
Hol' up, hol' up, hol' up
Hol' up, hol' up, hol' up
Uh, uh, uh, uh-uh
Hol' up, hol' up, hol' up, hol' up, hol' up
Hol' up, hol' up, hol' up, hol' up, hol' up
Ay, ay, ay, ay-ay
[Chorus: Surg1]
Uh, yeah
Walk in this mo'fuckin stage, and I feel that I can float
Hop back inside of the 808s, imma go rouge
Somebody might as well die today, everything broke
I can't see myself, and I'm about to sink
I can't even help, useless and suffering
I can't see myself, im boutta go chop off the banks
I'm numb, I can't feel my face
[Outro: Surg1]
Uh, I can't feel my face
Yeah, I can't feel my face
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17. |
Memory lane
03:08
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Now is the time, uh
Now is the time, but I shouldnāt rage
Iām turnin this up, time to play games
Iām feelin' myself and Iām here to stay
I need to catch a break
But I shouldn't have to feel this way
I be so worked, taking a trip
Donāt know what else I should grip on
But imma live on
Walking down memory lane
Walking up into first place
Nostalgia all over on my brain
Nostalgia comin' into my veins
Whole lot of oneās, my life came to place
The things I done gain, it done weigh a ton
Runnin' the game, bitch Iām strapped with a gun
Did I overstay, 'cause I had some fun?
Iām working too much, and I done got a little
Floating to space, hints full of riddles
Hopeless to feel
And it gets surreal
Donāt know how to feel
But I'm feelin' myself
Came back, and I heal
I be so worked, taking a trip
Donāt know what else I should grip on
But imma live on
Walking down memory lane
Walking up into first place
Nostalgia all over on my brain
Nostalgia comin' into my veins
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I could've sworn I- uh
It hits so hard
It hits so hard, but itās worse when it swells
I couldāve sworn I lost myself
I couldāve sworn I needed help
Used to think that it was swell
I seen all the bullshit that these people dealt
Tipsy yet Iām coolin', but itās farewell
I donāt remember much from the past tense
I done regretted much but it makes sense
It happens all in once yet it depends
I done came and fucked it up, I donāt know where to start
Been alone from the start, wasnāt blamed for the scars
Tell it all from the heart
Crash the whip til it parks
Crashed out and break apart
Took a breather, wasnāt hard
Wasnāt easy when itās harsh
And it beats me when Iām parched
I done took a sip of drank but Iām in heat, fell apart
I done took another case of dozing sleep, Iām on mars
I done seen a long trend of sippin' lean, Wockhardt
Might done seen another man gettin' beat, not a heart
Might done seen another glance of this beat, not mine
I done took this beat for yo bitch, now she all mine
For all the lone dogs, made it sense that itās all fine
Try to catch up with the shit, never behind
I done try to take another risk, but never mind
I was only 14 in this bitch, made up The Mind
Blow up with a hit, and it fits when I recline
Like the comics in the 90s, you trippin' on your decline
Shoutout to Fenix, she the shit, yeah she done this
I done tried to pick but called it quits, but it still hits
Haters in this bitch, wanna diss but canāt rap for shit
Bro done caught a lick, and he end it up with a lisp
Damn
It hits so hard, but itās worse when it swells
I couldāve sworn I lost myself
I couldāve sworn I needed help
Used to think that it was swell
I seen all the bullshit that these people dealt
Tipsy yet Iām coolin', but itās-
You thought that I was done?
Well, you thought wrong
Mustāve thought I was done
I donāt think none until I said enough
You mustāve thought that I was done
I donāt think none until I said enough
Talkin' all that shit but it donāt mean nun
I donāt like to spit but I like to have fun
Made a beat switch, gonna let it go run
I carry all these racks like a honeybun
Keep it sweet, imma stack until itās all gone
I could see myself rockinā with the Chrome Hearts
Imma mix it up, why not slap it with the Carharrtās
Never so well, all these fuckers with a cold heart
Stuck in the trenches, they aināt goin' far
Made a couple benches in a far lane
Count up all this bread like workin' up at Caneās
My brother said, I make the guns go bang
Iām from the H, I say it with a slang
Drank all in my cup, feel like Kirko Bangz
You donāt know how it feels to be heated with the pain
Britain worry ābout 80F, here it gon be a hunnid
Jumpin' all the cars with the elbow, I be stuntin'
You talkin' all caps, Iām like, why you frontin'
Shouldāve knew you cappin', never thought that it was comin'
Say it all caps when you spell the manās name
Power to DOOM, mask it up to Doomsday
I done seen this shit before in many far lanes
I keep it real in this never ending game, uh
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19. |
Surg1 Houston, Texas
An experimental artist/producer that just does his own thing. Since 2016.
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