Salchii Baby - Genesis. Lyrics

I can't settle with you playing with my head like a Genesis
In a push start
Smoking art;
My collection big
Burn away the curse
On my heart from my relatives
Everybody lonesome...
Everybody dead
I can't settle with you playing with my head like a Genesis
In a push start
Smoking art;
My collection big
Burn away the curse
On my heart from my relatives
Everybody lonesome...
Everybody dead
I can't settle with you playing with my head like a Genesis
In a push start
Smoking art;
My collection big
Burn away the curse
On my heart from my relatives
Everybody lonesome...
Everybody dead
Who do we run to...
(Run to!)
When we're running out of luck?
When you don't got enough in stock?
When you dip, running from the cops?
You left me open like the texts you sent
I never had replied
I used to come and pick you up
Now if you call, I hit decline
Don't think shit's sweet, you little rind
I'm feeling peachy -- lemon lime
I'm smoking reefer in my ride
Niggas sleeping on the job
It ain't no sleeping on the grind
When you got demons in your mind
When you got niggas in the ground;
And your vision going blind
I can't settle with you playing with my head like a Genesis
In a push start
Smoking art;
My collection big
Burn away the curse
On my heart from my relatives
Everybody lonesome...
Everybody dead
(Bitch!)
Who do we run to, run to?
Smoking art!
Who do we run to?
On my heart, from my relatives
Everybody lonesome
Everybody dead!
Who do we run to, run to?
Who do we run to, run to?
Who do we run to, run to?

I can't settle with you playing with my head like a Genesis
In a push start
Smoking art;
My collection big
Burn away the curse
On my heart from my relatives
Everybody lonesome...
Everybody dead
I can't settle with you playing with my head like a Genesis
In a push start
Smoking art;
My collection big
Burn away the curse
On my heart from my relatives
Everybody lonesome...
Everybody dead
I can't settle with you playing with my head like a Genesis
In a push start
Smoking art;
My collection big
Burn away the curse
On my heart from my relatives
Everybody lonesome...
Everybody dead
Who do we run to...
(Run to!)
When we're running out of luck?
When you don't got enough in stock?
When you dip, running from the cops?
You left me open like the texts you sent
I never had replied
I used to come and pick you up
Now if you call, I hit decline
Don't think shit's sweet, you little rind
I'm feeling peachy -- lemon lime
I'm smoking reefer in my ride
Niggas sleeping on the job
It ain't no sleeping on the grind
When you got demons in your mind
When you got niggas in the ground;
And your vision going blind
I can't settle with you playing with my head like a Genesis
In a push start
Smoking art;
My collection big
Burn away the curse
On my heart from my relatives
Everybody lonesome...
Everybody dead
(Bitch!)
Who do we run to, run to?
Smoking art!
Who do we run to?
On my heart, from my relatives
Everybody lonesome
Everybody dead!
Who do we run to, run to?
Who do we run to, run to?
Who do we run to, run to?