Tekst piosenki
[Intro]
[Verse 1: Fknant]
Emotions from the asylums
Revolver holding from the silence
Of a broken home, a son doesn’t know his own throne
The shit that you want to hold the gun at your own dome
The light kept me on my hem
From hell’s depths, it gets dim
Son don’t condone to no amends
Fuck ’em all jesus never said amen
All these preaching dudes loving on other women, I’m a heathen
Catch a ninja breathin’, I’mma leave you mingling
Driving swervin’ off a Yuengling , Dirty South Ying Yang Twins
Killing lyrically I’m Damien with a mix of Arabian
Sitting in settlements of recessions
My depression still cemented with the confessions
Still pittin’ my emotions in precision with the pennin’
Lift me into witter decisions
Askin’ whats fixin’ in the kitchen, I’m dishin’ pigeons
And fuck the commissions, I’m a lyrical clinician
Switching transitions different positions killing the ignition
Still coasting player coaching haters roasted and stay focused
[Hook]
Whats a congregation without a conversation? Just Confrontation
Fuck church I enlighten my concentration, You just watch the condensation
[Verse 2: Fknant]
Squirmin’ durin’ sermons
Its burnin’ furnaces, servicing turbulence
These old hermits waiting for Pac’s resurgence from a frozen thermos
Fuck what your observing thinking we worshiping serpents
Were the worthless disturbance, making you nervous outta stirrups
Tattered kicks with a battered dish
Wherever Chowder is, you heard nothing radder then this
Bitch
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