Streaming Everywhere Now

Produced by Trillionaires
Mixed/Recorded by Damon Slyk Gardner

Lyrics

Posted up like a mail box
Only footaction but don’t sell socks
Luccassee boots and a pair glocks
Hustling got me here
What a paradox
Ugh Just being clear I fear No man
Chopper slice em down in to pieces like Conan
worlds full of monsters with bull heads
Stab you in the back take your cornbread
I’m locked and loaded prepared for war if we’re going
Strapped to a t packin lead just like a poet
No tippy toeing I’m walking like I’m Samoan
Chest beating like I’m King Kong and I’m not being heroic
living life like a chess move
Hah Not movings your best move
I’m in a groove Where I pick and choose my battles
No life preserver to save me I live and learn by the paddle
A round of whiskey to numb the pain
Worlds turned into hunger games
A daily fight not being killed
One type of shot don’t kill us the next one will


Ain’t no change In the weather
pure ice where the rivers lie
the city’s unsafe and its full of rage
So Don’t count on the sun to shine
Wont be flames In the kitchen
All of them pipes are froze
Ain’t no heat til we get to hell
Stuck burnin In a world so cold


I’m from a land of sacrifices and hard knocks
No fairytales or lollipops
No fantasy island They out here wylin
I’m staying deep in the country
My only missions Surviving aye
Watch yourself on these back roads
Get cattle treatment with lassos
Keep gravel by the load pull up with their hats low
Straight dump you out hide your body w back hoes
Ugh
The worlds full of these lost souls
Disease spreading like cockroaches
always stop and go life’s a game of Crossy road
But when the devil shows
be ready to rock and roll (come on)


Ain’t no change In the weather
pure ice where the rivers lie
the city’s unsafe and its full of rage
So Don’t count on the sun to shine
Wont be flames In the kitchen
All of them pipes are froze
Ain’t no heat til we get to hell
Stuck burnin In a world so cold

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