Chris Waters - Rumination

Betrayal for the weak and frail
Sip syrup to no avail
Picture a fairy tale
Walking thru gates of hell
Maybe if I tip the scale
They will start to treat me well
He keep back tracking
He even took my knife for ransom
When we back stabbed him
I need give you a piece of my mind
Fuck that I’ll get it on my own time
No Fuck that i dont bite my tounge for no track
What’s that a diss a track distraction a bitch smack
These hands made to fix wax
Record that Worldstar
Ill make you a worldstar
Since you want to be a world star
Turn you to the legend that you want be
The legend that I ought be
Tell Nina to sing for me the sin for me symphony
Oh I can’t count the times I’ve had murder on my mind
Ohhhhh I can't count the times I've had murder on my mind
I just need to get off
Every memory lost
When the gaslight is on
Nigga I don't get involved
I just need to get off
Every memory lost
When the gaslight is on
Nigga I don't get involved

Written by:
Christopher Williams

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