Testo Summer Murda - Lord Apex
Testo della canzone Summer Murda (Lord Apex), tratta dall'album Supply & Demand
Shit dawg, how you gon' feel
When your pockets on E and your stomach touchin' back
Midsomer murder
Shit dawg, how you gon' feel
When you ain't paid rent and they knockin' while you at work
Midsomer murder
It's like somethin's gotta give, gotta get it how you live
Midsomer murder
It's like somethin's gotta give, gotta get it how you live
Midsomer murder
Two hundred down the motor swervin' in and outta lanes
He just bodied a promoter just for playin' with his change
Heart beatin' out his chest, life will never be the same
He weren't thinkin' quick decision, ice picked him, left a stain
He just stole a random car, stole some old nigga's frames
Tryna keep a low profile while avoidin' all the trains
Dawg police is on the game, blue light shinin' on back of his head
"What the fuck?" is what the passenger said
Boot a nigga out the car so now the passenger dead
His head went under tire, all he seein' is red
Passenger he left a note and he just seen what it said
It read, "This man's not crazy, he just been off his meds"
He wanted to shed a tear but he burn it instead
Plus he thought the highway wasn't worth it ahead
So he slid right, eyes on road signs tryna pry for some insight
While he die on the inside
Thinkin' 'bout his wife 'cause he don't wanna go inside
Snapped out daydream and he crashed into some bins light
Hopped out bro whip 'cause it was never a ting light
Plus he off shrooms, hearin' harmonies in his windpipe
Seen feds are comin', not a getaway was in sight
'Til his wife pulled up and she told him to get inside
Yeah, she said, "I got you for life"
She said, "We can queen a slim or we can Bonnie and Clyde"
You ain't got inside, you got that look in his eyes
He took the gun out the passenger side
He seen the feds so he shot in his ride
Cops got the red dot, shot back and they died
They was left holdin' hands at the scene of the crime
A rhyme evenin' time
Woke up, wiped the sleep from my eye like
What the fuck's goin' on?
What the fuck do I be dreamin' at night?
Like what the fuck do I be dreamin' at night?
Shit dawg, how you gon' feel
When your pockets on E and your stomach touchin' back
Midsomer murder
Shit dawg, how you gon' feel
When you ain't paid rent and they knockin' while you at work
Midsomer murder
It's like somethin's gotta give, gotta get it how you live
Midsomer murder
It's like somethin's gotta give, gotta get it how you live
Midsomer murder
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Writer(s): Tivon Key, Shaeem Tayo Santino Wright
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