Panic at Cluster B
Lyrics
I'm that hoody-clad man living up inside of you
Smooth skit smile when I do shit
Childlike and cool but I'm ruthless
And tired-eyed and violent but never with my fists
Screaming death to triple 6 pulling tricks out the bag
Mad fancy with the facts and backpack too
While I hang back cool look you in the eyes while I fuck you
And I can see you try to fuck me back
I fucking love that
The fact is you could be me too
I smile when I see you
You're so fucking see-through sucker
The whole fucking game played eyes stay closed
Your mind game's blown
I'm a 5 lane open wide fucking with your closed mind
Overriding all sorts of magic that you keep
The tragedy is steeped up in the love that you feed
Freak me I'ma freak you right back
My life is a trap
And I got walls around me
Tops are toying with me
We could roll deep
Make peace or violence peace like fuck
Let's be keep the shit clean
And when this clock stops winding
I go silent psycho climbing
You get nothing motherfucker don't preach
Hey how you do that you got me locked tripping so deep
We could keep it go climbing
And don't we both breathe
It could push it sometimes
This will make me go weak
Like you know it's alright right
Lady how you do that thang
And know we can't touch but you looking so tired
You break your shit bone but you look at that body body body
You that bad motherfucker we can't hang with
Hoody-clad as fuck I hate your whole game
Facts off your lips don't mean shit
Sell your soul playing fiddle with your fists slip and trips
We that no name dripping off your hips
You that meek ling creeping
Running from the sky like the world could expire
Swimming in the sea full of souls that you hide
You're that bad motherfucker tricking out traps to get your meat caught
Looking store store pain you feed folks
Tripping off the walls like some force canibros
The game play it slower
You just forfeit your little bits of freedom
We don't split the ribs that you feeding
We fin to change the game with the thoughts we keep reading
Sign for your allegiance slowly or we side it with your leaders
Slowly or we finding that you cool like that
Your life is a trap
And I got walls around me
Tops are toying with me
We could roll deep
Make peace or violence peace like fuck
Let's be keep the shit clean
And when this clock stops winding
I go silent psycho climbing
You get nothing motherfucker don't preach
Writer(s): MICHEAL ZIETSMAN, NAZIEG ISEPPI
Copyright(s): Lyrics © Songtrust Ave
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