Dallas Woods - Stranger
This that bad man energy, brother get your facts rightCash rule everything around me get your stacks right
Knowledge reigns supreme got my head around the cream
If you ain't rooting for the team you an op
yeah we that type
Dome get to spitting no written yeah I'm that nice
You heard about the boogie man I'm ILL
Yeah i'm that guy
Propaganda I'm black n white I'm a panda
If I ain't standing beside you my by brujja I can't stand you ..Facts!
St Patrick with the snakes budda
Get to talking that talk I make a snake hover
I give a fake homies wings
You know it ain't over till they old lady sings
Sayonara my Budda I'm bilingual
This rat race you chase something I don't buy into
Authentic if I said it then I meant it
Cop the back lash I meant it so I said it
Beginning and ending
Tuck your chains in my young homie training
Catch him by the train station now they trading
Wish it was different but youngins just never listen
Universally distracted that's why they rep for they district
They see it all on the pictures all they see it all they pigment
Gotta fill that piggy bank same time fuck pigs
Too all young brothers wanna make couple dollars
Just know I got a couple cuzzins tell u it ain't what it is
There's a Stranger in the mirror posing
& the tension in my bones are growing
My skin don't feel like home no more
Reality is at my door
I'm standing with my arms wide open x 2
Fundamentalist talking that ladi dadi
Nose candy snoopy they sniffing all on that Charlie
Draw the line fam either that or a line dance
No they liable so gotta check there alignment
Where they draw line at that hop skip and jump flow
Type of shit that the police knocking at your front door
Constable I know nothing
Hello goodbye same time the door shutting
Smack around the ears my mumma tell me I'm arrogant
But she don't know the secrets that I'm carrying
Lips zipped, cliff kid, savage I been it
Your outlook is no good it's trash boy I bin it
EK Wyndham, oleman I'm winning
No 8 mile this that gooda gooda feeling
Red can winnie blues yellow brother Pikachu
No six pack but when it comes to women man I pick and choose
I did it with no felonies so what the hell you telling me
Being true to yourself brother man that's the recipe
I really got nothing but love for my bros
Just a know the different of smell when a enemy close
Bro never settle for less
Know your worth why you tryna be better than them
Nothing worse than them competitive men
Can I get a amen like aye man why the hell you with them
There's a Stranger in the mirror posing
& the tension in my bones are growing
My skin don't feel like home no more
Reality is at my door
I'm standing with my arms wide open x 2
That smile on your face
Just looks so out of place
You can’t hide it no more
The chip on your shoulder
Keeps doing you over
But who’s keeping score
You try denied it
But you can not hide it
So brace for the fall
You try play it cool
That's the problem with you
You don’t listen at all
Written by:
Alexander Laska, Dallas Woods, Kee'ahn Bindol
Publisher:
Lyrics © WORDS & MUSIC A DIV OF BIG DEAL MUSIC LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
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