City of Angels

Lyrics

[Hook: Mr. Grey] (x2) Death come from all different angles From Frisco to the City of Angels Face down in the gutter what a sad sight Fought with your life and you lost the final fight [Verse 1: Mr. Grey] All I heard was gunshots When the gun popped off and time stopped And then I saw yo body drop But you stuck yourself up into a sticky situation Hot raising my face in about this fun topic that you facing No back to the future I was flooring the Delorean You stuck in the past like still conversations of historians I was destined for greatness I put it on my mama Now if you wanna pop off with drama Release the savage in me I bring the goons It's Grey Day bеast mode Mothafucking full moon (howoool) If you got silver bullets in a piеce Yo you better pull it I adapt to my environment I'm done with the bullshit My mind grinds full clips Heavy metal gun spits One cold blooded son of a bitch But know this While all the land balanced on the razor blade I'm a wolf that's learned to play the Death Angels game [Hook: Mr. Grey] (x2) Death come from all different angles From Frisco to the City of Angels Face down in the gutter what a sad sight Fought with your life and you lost the final fight [Verse 2: ClockworC] Never be getting my fill of the pie again But lock so then damn I will and I willing to kill and will and will I'm bound to thrill I'm that indestructible, indispensable thing that you call time I be kicking eternal rhymes Clock be ticking inside of yo mind Ain't a Pollock on the wall and calling music y'all Use it or we lose it y'all Choosing to be boozing in the booth a lot Be shooting me outta ya head And by the time I'm done son I'm the last out there ricochet's in your cranium run To the rhythm of the stampede I'm a bad beat Grab me by the seat of my pants and land me Side by side chasing supernova rover Come on over whoava wherever heaven Sit until the left are sober Two are outta crazed I seen better days I paved the way to get back to black Wonderland a hand if you can I will not kick it with Pac Up a the top of thugs mansion man Glance into the belly of the beast at least I know the flames rain fire if I go ice age If I say [Hook: Mr. Grey] (x2) Death come from all different angles From Frisco to the City of Angels Face down in the gutter what a sad sight Fought with your life and you lost the final fight [Verse 3: Joe Cutter] Guns that shoot knives Paint a portrait so well Send a nugget down south That's a warrants card Tell [Kuh Milligan?] lungs conform to any air factor I'm hours of entertainment Tera Patrick on a stair-master Get the line of your hair slashed up on fear factor Bareback with a rare rap Propels you backwards Shatter no butane Scatter a news brain Artistic with two blades You're too lame I'm on nerves like tooth pain SFO to LAX again to flex again Might kill your next of kin And curb-stomp you call me Derek Vinyard Erin Angle's the angels who won't hear your phrases I'm owe to strip but when it's time to change, faces Fuckboys get year round black eyes from me Heisenberg on thin blue ice I skate rightfully Brain splattered, you won't feel it until the day after You should have kept it to yourself inside your brain-matter [Hook: Mr. Grey] (x2) Death come from all different angles From Frisco to the City of Angels Face down in the gutter what a sad sight Fought with your life and you lost the final fight