Son One - BRIGHTER DAYS (feat. Trammell Starks)
YeahSONONE
Lordz of Brooklyn
The Bad Racket
Verrazano in the house
SONONE, know the word stay bond
I keep a palm full of pills in case this shit goes wrong
I'm on the step stool tweaking cause I'm writing this song
Tryna figure out the words to reach you fuckers at home
Been rolling stoned for a minute now I'm stoned when I roll
Double sixes in the cut like I might hit em for more
I'm with some gangsters in the kitchen with your bones on the floor
I'm in the Racket with a hatchet and a wrist i could fold
I let the keys roll in on the beat while I creep
I know you hear the static ringing when I'm walking the street
The one who really reigns supreme on this so-called rap shit
The silent sinner's back for the rapture
the Baphomet
I got a blunt rolled tight when I write
I'm etching lyrics in the stone cause I be getting too high
Leaving commandments in the rhythm and I'm trailing your blood
I'm in the valley with an angel and a bag fulla bud
The living legend with no tales just woadies and woes
Sick of living with no care but I'm here for the gold
Better know the record fore you set it straight
You barely been bout it
I'm outta Brooklyn with a crucifix for breaking my habits
A lot of dimes I like to write but I been biding my time
Tryna give you time to shine but y'all ain't on my type of time
Backwoods on my mind, losing all of my faith
Smoking blunts to keep me at it through the greyest of days
I let the sax talk for me, know my nights stay lonely
Yeah, yeah, I let the sax talk for me, know the racks stay on me
Yeah, gave my number to the reaper and he calling me
"Fezzik, Fezzik, listen. Do you hear? That is the sound of ultimate suffering."
Written by:
Jackson McLeer
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