Tekst piosenki
Senseless
[Verse 1]
Girl don’t talk
I got I ATLiens bumping
EQ’s so right
Sound like 18 aliens humming
Me and you yo momma and yo cousin too
Could snore on this blue dream
Cruising moving while this green feel so soothing
Grooving doing anything Losing feeling for losing… feeling
Choosing to go 45 in a 60
Morning eyes cause it’s misty
Changing drives in the shifty
Iffy if i should take a itsy bitsy sip for the tipsy a fifth would get
Me lifted but a 6th would get me… trippy
My eyes taste what my lips see
Lips sync my rhythm so your chords could sing it with me
A bit glitchy
But I still keep that funky rhythms
These algorithms of how I get’em
In the back seat no taxi, don’t tax me, don’t ask me about
How I’m dirty but keep it classy
Just ride it like you class C listened
Let’s keep it dashing
We don’t need no
Strings
No Gepetto we keep
It pedaling…
Over night sessions
Turned some dreams
Into reality
Never settle cause Mr. King had a better dream
Mr. Meddling in the medicine for the kids who have no better things
Than to fall in to them ghetto schemes
Load the Berretta with the Berretta cream
And blast off, senseless violence please go away
We don’t need your ass today…
[Hook]
How many of my niggas gone ride today, how many of my niggas gone stand up
How many niggas gone have to die today, for y’all muthafuckas to understand us
How many niggas gone have to ride today
How many niggas gone ever stand up
[Verse 2]
It’s hard to live on – these niggas dying every day
I know there’s wrongs… but what if right can’t find my way
What if light can’t shine my face
What if I just run in to you…
And get shot down… nigga
Ain’t no clock now… nigga
All i see is small flowers pink and blue
On the corner with some crosses
Saying we miss you …
But… no tears gone fall…
If you ride for red or blue
You better know that every bullet got roll call
And this time it was calling for… you
And here I am
I hope no car pulls up to me
When I’m walking from the studio
Hops out and goes like… blam
Bang! Bang!
I hope my brain don’t paint the floor
And if it does I want the brush strokes
To paint a portrait of pain, happiness, love, passion, and mistakes
Because I know I haven’t lived my life right
Get another L just to smoke my life right
If I get another L I’ll just smoke my life right… bang
[Hook]
How many of my niggas gone ride today, how many of my niggas gone stand up
How many niggas gone have to die today, for y’all muthafuckas to understand us
How many niggas gone have to ride today
How many niggas gone ever stand up
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