7¢ Herm - Crows

I don't really do no hanging out
Don’t talk we’ll bang it out
Won’t be none left blame around
I bend in every bay
I been in basements
I be basing free
Been basically impatient
Breaking paces
Bracing faith in me
The basis of my case
I faced it first
I phased in slave and sea
I raced into it raising hell
And raising kids
Revenge so sweet
There I saw a stately raven
Once a dove who clipped her wings
Black as ever, black as me
And black as womb
That birth me, please
Don’t let that boy get hot
He’ll iron it out
All of them kinks fasho
I’ll be right at your door
All dressed in crows
Your face was white as snow
Now, let me take it back
We was swinging on that East Side
Me and Sumo skrrrtt’d up
And been like that since we was knee high
I need way more trips to the seaside
I like free spirit with a freak side
Broke three mirrors on my last ride
like twenty-one strong on her bad side
Emerald city, Hey Miss Teena
Sing it to me, Shangri-La
I don’t do no hanging
Can’t play possum
When it’s dangerous out
Rap cats so impostor
Soft like noodles
In that boiling pot
We ain’t so inclusive
This world ruthless
We can’t bang it out
I don't do no hanging out
What they chain-ganging 'bout
On that line like crows
All in rows
The fuck they singing 'bout
I don't do no hanging out
What they chain ganging 'bout
On that line like crows
All in rows
The fuck they singing 'bout
What the fuck they singing 'bout
Now, come on, you could get it get it
Welcome to the Terrordome
Why them wanna take my light
Third quarter in the Superdome
Me and baby girl
Been in the grotto bumping Jr. Gong
I won her mind with solid charm
A fighter’s heart and Cupid poems
I was Downtown on the dice
With a shooter’s arm
I pulled the plug twice
Once to flush & one to clean the bowl
Tethered to my grip on life
Some far along a scenic road
I’ll be like Edgar Allen
You going poor to keep up pouring fo’s
I’ll take her Tell-Tale Heart
And shape her arch into a figure four
I flew in dressed in crows
From head to toe
She’ll love me never more
So where your head was at
Facedown
We can’t talk it out
I was on the way to H-Town
With my poltergeist
I paved the grave myself
And left the axe inside her halter top
Now she on all fours
Like it’s vogues in the parking lot
I don't do no hanging I can’t stay here
Let’s not talk about it

Written by:
Ryan Harrell

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