3od - Heat Press Lyrics

Trippin’ in the back of the Cadillac
With my boys
Three Or Die
Heathen’s
Warcry
Drippin’ hot off the press
Don’t smoke no stress
Cut from the cloth of the best
Yeah, we ridin’ low on the profile
Twisted humans they defile
Children left in denial
Yeah, take another pill
Listen to me losing vision
Now you gotta turn around
Flashing rounds
Let em down
Blind now
Left to the wasted
Hard case
break em with a mace
Only one takes 1st place
What was that, laced?
Would you call them your friends
If they really fuckin’ with The End
Hear me again or hit me again
I’m really only here when you close your eyes
Hit me
With the
Whip I’m coming
Round the fucking bend
I’ll take ya for a fucking ride
But you ain’t coming back again
Flip the script
Quicker than a
Shifter Spits Oil
Ima triple dip
Sip ya liquor
Till my middle finger flips
Dotti on the gas
Gaz in the back
Hacking everybody on the map
We got something in the back pack.
Take another
Sip of freedom
Hold your fucking breath
Tell reality you’re leaving
Lead um’ to their death
Then it hits
Shift it into fifth
I don’t miss
I’m a Sith Lord
Finish off a fifth
Plead the fifth
Five hours bye
See my power
Rise in the hive
Let me get my mind right
See you on the other side
Blanxx is feeling mighty high
Thanks for nothing
We all die
Drink your poison
Fuck your pride
Then we go deep down inside
Windshield wiping off the lights
Dripping off my eye
Lid’s blink a thousand times
One step to our demise
We drink the tears you cried
Then trip inside this ride
All night
Bottoms up
To the sky
Now say goodbye
Hit me
With the
Whip I’m coming
Round the fucking bend
I’ll take ya for a fucking ride
But you ain’t coming back again
Yeah
Dotti feelin’ really pressed
Deeper than the bucket seats
Fresh ride out of company
Deville so ill slide back reverse
I guarantee you’ll see me
La Cienega valet me
Flip the bird at the Mercedes
Schemin’ the world on my own daily
Fever runnin’ high from the thread up on my chest
Goons at Noon really high
On that promise to make a mess
All but one wheel on the floor
We leaning to the left
Feathers of crows when they soar
Heathens wail from depths of hell

Trippin’ in the back of the Cadillac
With my boys
Three Or Die
Heathen’s
Warcry
Drippin’ hot off the press
Don’t smoke no stress
Cut from the cloth of the best
Yeah, we ridin’ low on the profile
Twisted humans they defile
Children left in denial
Yeah, take another pill
Listen to me losing vision
Now you gotta turn around
Flashing rounds
Let em down
Blind now
Left to the wasted
Hard case
break em with a mace
Only one takes 1st place
What was that, laced?
Would you call them your friends
If they really fuckin’ with The End
Hear me again or hit me again
I’m really only here when you close your eyes
Hit me
With the
Whip I’m coming
Round the fucking bend
I’ll take ya for a fucking ride
But you ain’t coming back again
Flip the script
Quicker than a
Shifter Spits Oil
Ima triple dip
Sip ya liquor
Till my middle finger flips
Dotti on the gas
Gaz in the back
Hacking everybody on the map
We got something in the back pack.
Take another
Sip of freedom
Hold your fucking breath
Tell reality you’re leaving
Lead um’ to their death
Then it hits
Shift it into fifth
I don’t miss
I’m a Sith Lord
Finish off a fifth
Plead the fifth
Five hours bye
See my power
Rise in the hive
Let me get my mind right
See you on the other side
Blanxx is feeling mighty high
Thanks for nothing
We all die
Drink your poison
Fuck your pride
Then we go deep down inside
Windshield wiping off the lights
Dripping off my eye
Lid’s blink a thousand times
One step to our demise
We drink the tears you cried
Then trip inside this ride
All night
Bottoms up
To the sky
Now say goodbye
Hit me
With the
Whip I’m coming
Round the fucking bend
I’ll take ya for a fucking ride
But you ain’t coming back again
Yeah
Dotti feelin’ really pressed
Deeper than the bucket seats
Fresh ride out of company
Deville so ill slide back reverse
I guarantee you’ll see me
La Cienega valet me
Flip the bird at the Mercedes
Schemin’ the world on my own daily
Fever runnin’ high from the thread up on my chest
Goons at Noon really high
On that promise to make a mess
All but one wheel on the floor
We leaning to the left
Feathers of crows when they soar
Heathens wail from depths of hell