Mawcus - Superstitious

I could make this small town life sound superstitious
Praise loud to false idols, 'til they down to the ditches
Slave to change, nine to five, or what twelve used to pinching
You and I seen the sunrise, but a few didn't
Fools gold at the cool table guillotine niggas
Fools gold at the cool table guillotine niggas
I ain't plagued, I'm wishing well, and it's cool if you didn't
The only fool the one who fell into dwellings he digging

Waddup brodie, how you living? We ain't cool in a minute
Yeah I know, been out the way, cause I've been through with the gimmicks
Used to think this shit was real, or had some value, it didn't
Fever dreaming, things could be deceiving, outcomes the sickest
Not talking like you my problem in particular pimping
You just never know who ticked out, the timing get tricky
Too many stories of mimics, he resulted to rinsing
This muddy money repugnant, make the countries their riches
Stepped on crack, broke his mom's back and heart, how she living?
Put black man under ladder, he walked him down and just switched him
Treating packs like lucky pennies, law enforcement tailing 'em
'Til long sleep or crack of dawn sweep, this lifestyle bewitching
And bitches stirring up beef, oxtails in a cauldron
Take a dip if you want, that temp a leave you scalding
Train my temple, summon chants, meantime, I'm all in
So much Illusions, fingers crossed comes with that balling

I could make this small town life sound superstitious
Praise loud to false idols, 'til they down to the ditches
Slave to change, nine to five, or what twelve used to pinching
You and I seen the sunrise, but a few didn't
Fools gold at the cool table guillotine niggas
Fools gold at the cool table guillotine niggas
I ain't plagued, I'm wishing well, and it's cool if you didn't
The only fool the one who fell into dwellings he digging

Staying in close hordes, some history dope-torn
Twisting up folklores; the devil is in the details
Hoping we hope more, do less, ego wars
Really it's close scores, but not in the stories we tell
And "We" mean the population, and I ain't free from my obligations
Could've brought the pitchforks, torches out for a lynching
Court of opinions; it's a gavel every hand, stand, you smitten (huh)
Fuck all of that salt and shade past shoulder-blades left thrown with it
Plenty excuses left them snoozing, you should go and get it
Show time go so oh my, cue the Chauvinism
Knock on wood of your casket, ballads of murder business
Suit up, I heard the suits like when you off the Richter
Shake the earth to get planted, yielding they pockets richer
You always thought the pulpit was with the bullshit
Nah you ain't all the way wrong, many sides of sinister
Obsessed with rolling with killers who be rolling up killers
Or the innocent, hit 'em, pick of the litter
Nick of time to be ignant, drop a sign every picture
Sky-high disrespect, I wonder when we'll hit the ceiling
It's either I'm getting old, or this shit getting old
Prolly both, seen these bridges enough to know the toll
Too many "big bro'd," y'all don't know, he'd leave you cold
Too many memoirs, truth or fraud, leave mirrors broke

I could make this small town life sound superstitious
Praise loud to false idols, 'til they down to the ditches
Slave to change, nine to five, or what twelve used to pinching
You and I seen the sunrise, but a few didn't
Fools gold at the cool table guillotine niggas
Fools gold at the cool table guillotine niggas
I ain't plagued, I'm wishing well, and it's cool if you didn't
The only fool the one who fell

Written by:
Marcus Holmes

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