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Lyrics
[Verse 1 - Zenden Lavon] Just like a mirror man, taking gleam off Strip the pride up off my back, degrees on 'Bout June or July in the Emirates Can I get a little bit of shade or a beverage Pain on my bezel shit Fuck I'm tryna reign for, y'all glazed off that devil shit Evil eye, never meeting mine, y'all too malevolent Yeah, shouldn't feel a haze Shouldn't feel like tryna run but something in the way Bet I'd do it better, nix your pocket peeping Already done trekked the should've could've woods and stopped to stargaze Told me it was sweeter on the other side Why I look around at all these donkey ass n*** yapping 'bout some parfaits Never been the same, better mark the star date N***, look where we at Feel like Mark Grayson, amazing [Verse 2 - boyponder] I'm pacing around Tryhard, standing my ground Time is ticking and the train bell's making a sound Home wasn't built in a day The irony is home was where the hurt is they say You hear it again Ashes to ashes, mother called me other day Asking am I coming home? or am I here to stay? I hate this place, y'all think you're smart for saying it Circumstances changing, y'all can't place me, amazing Unmistakeable, it's done damage What the sand is, y'all wouldn't understand it Grounded from a city built on brown masses My people, my brother, my sister, my family Same old story 'bout expats and what not I pray heavy the empire falls off New Paris, old Paris, yeah, they both broke Took coming to that colony to see what's right in front of me Fuck 'em [Verse 3 - boyponder] I break even, my profits, it's anthemic We lose meaning, I can't stand to die in it The fuck you buying it for? Snake oil and sound around every house Huh, shit was pathetic I raise the stakes, for what? I can't explain I try too hard, but some of y'all can't change Everybody selling me bullshit, I can't play Fire I was promised, some shit, yeah, I can't say I wanna see the fire, every building lit We fucked up so maybe we should start again It wasn't me, it wasn't you, it wasn't him neither Somewhere down the line shit fell apart cleaner Naivety, some shit I couldn't fix I could try but some shit's better left pink Maybe I'll leave, leave it to some other guy Maybe they'll be rawer than me, burn that shit alive
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Credits
- Writers
- Akkhiel Nambbiar
- Zenden Lavon
- Jacob Tidrick