Josh Stone - The Payment

Yeah put that money on the table
How could I be telling lies
Interested in love and death and shit
Uh
You gon’ ask me for the answers to life
It’s gonna cost a payment
But I can tell you bitch
Fact or fiction
How’d you miss it
I think I pictured it before it happened
I was actin'
The actions
Of a real OG
Maybe a captain
With a ship at sea full of weed uh
And some acid
Yeah
Vital information that i'm speaking from my noggin'
A prophet making profit 16 bars and I ain’t stoppin'
Overlay and hit replay we movin all through out it man
Yeah I have a vision fuck anyone who doubts it (Doubts it)
I was searching for my destiny
Something like the light I seen
Up inside my dreams
Tried to give you everything ha
Now I’m back where I started
Im just a bit cold hearted
This shit been getting harder
Convincing my self I love it
But trust in yourself and conscious
Accomplish and you gon’ conquer
These bitches full of dishonor
They stab right in the back
Then call you baby or brother
Then set you up like gah damn
And tell you that they just love you
The others they rather suffer
So fuck it we give them death
Your lover ain’t really lovin’ you
So please don’t hold your breath
Just focus on yourself and yo desires will be met
I think about it like honestly
I wanna be the best
So I can give back to family and alleviate the stress
This shit been getting so hard
I’m already 20 yeah
Been wasting my damn time entertaining the bullshit
Let me
Just kick a hole in the speaker
Pull the plug and I jet
(Damnnnnn)
Yeah put that money on the table
How could I be telling lies
Interested in love and death and shit
Uh
Yeah put that money on the table
How could I be telling lies
Interested in love and death and shit
Listen (Uh)
Yeah put that money on the table
How could I be telling lies
Interested in love and death and shit
Uh
You gon’ ask me for the answers to life
It’s gonna cost a payment
But I can tell you bitch
Yeah
Faces churning like some ice cream
The psyche it excite me
Yeah it might be
The midnight dreams
Trapped inside this mind scheme
Can you find me hit rewind please
Realign me with them late night conversations about love and about hatred
Yeah your ignorance is bliss but this is life it’s what we make it
(Huh)
Had me in my feelings
Man this shit ain’t too fulfilling
Murder tracks like it’s a killing
Slanging beats like I’m drug dealing
Subliminally you’ll feel it yeah
From sippin’ bourbon out the glass
To skippin’ stones after class
Hoping this feeling passes
Faster then bullets passin’
(Huh)
My temple quite resentful
Demons I think they sent for
Left for dead by your kinfolk
Cop a pound then I flip more
Workers work for the info
She worship me a nympho
Searching the fucking surface for something to just exist
Tables turn switch the script
Equip the equivalent
Scripture wrote for the livid
Spend a dollar you living addicted to these prescriptions
Questioning your existence
Difference for the mischief
Yeah I said
Misfit with no feeling
Adore you and your senseless
Way of loving a villain
With no hero’s to fight
How should I make a killin’
With no cape or no tights
Everything’s black and white
I see the light and it’s flashing
From a distance I grasp it
Lsd turns to acid
What’s the difference I’m asking
As I’m popping these tabs
123 then I’m back

Written by:
Josh Stone

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