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Pop Trunk

 

Pop Trunk

(アルバム: EMMANUEL - 2019)


This my eulogy, dig into the roots of me
Look into a serpent's eyes, I can spot my enemies
I can hear a butterfly's wings, you niggas centipedes
A den of vipers and thieves, you ain't no friend of me
I think I finally rest, when I rest in peace
And made my soul see the gates, lay me down to sleep
I'm feeling different, profiting off my ignorance
But may my life be filled with other decadence
My mama and Grandmama, that's black excellence
My girl in Air Force One like she the president
I bang Screw, Pop Trunk outside your residence
I ain't no boy in a band, I am more than a man
I got the world in my palm, sitting right in my hand
You know my fist stay clenched, you know my mind been gone
I think I lost that shit in all that Backwood smoke
And all that Gucci shit

I bang Screw, Pop Trunk outside your residence
I bang Screw, Pop Trunk outside your residence

Having thoughts of suicide, but I just be concealing them
I been calling out to God but I just don't be hearing him
I just try to stay alive and navigate my business
It's gotta' be like something more than all this we experience
Delusions and delirium
I'm fucking serious, niggas is in my ear again
I'm turning serial, really I'm 'bout to kill again
I'm at the Frenchy's on Scott, I'm like a kid again
3-piece and some fries, that's what my dinner is
Around the pistols and rocks, I learned from many men
Car wash from a fiend
You see the blaze and that gleam
You see the things that I seen
You wouldn't talk so much
You wouldn't be worried 'bout me
About the friends that I keep
About that gold that I lost
About that drank on my teeth
I rather die on my feet than to live on my knees
That's why I don't sleep
Keep a gun, keep the peace

I bang Screw, Pop Trunk outside your residence
I bang Screw, Pop Trunk outside your residence
I bang Screw, Pop Trunk outside your residence

Everytime we hit the parking lot we turn heads
Everytime we hit the parking lot we turn heads
Niggas tryna' kill me, but I'm Southside raised
Everytime we hit the parking lot we turn heads
Niggas tryna' kill me, but I'm Southside raised
Everytime we hit the parking lot we turn heads
Niggas tryna' kill me, but I'm Southside raised
Everytime we hit the parking lot we turn heads
Niggas tryna' kill me, but I'm Southside raised
Everytime we hit the parking lot we turn heads
Niggas tryna' kill me, but I'm Southside raised
Everytime we hit the parking lot we turn heads
Niggas tryna' kill me, but I'm Southside raised
Everytime we hit the parking lot we turn heads
Niggas tryna' kill me, but I'm Southside raised
Everytime we hit the parking lot we turn heads
Niggas tryna' kill me, but I'm Southside raised

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