B£E
Title | B£E |
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Artist | Space Afrika |
Album | Honest Labour |
Release Date | 2021-08-27 |
Description | ? |
Lyrics | [Chorus: Blackhaine] All alone in the flat, all I see is cracked windows I'm putting hazed in the air Dressed in black, do you think I care? Blank face there in the dark like prayer Dogs on the leash, 120's on the dash 110s on the feet, fog blends in the flat Rocks turned into ash, relapse Block dreams in the crack Man are tryna get rich at the top of the map At the top of the map Man are tryna get rich at the top of the map [Verse: Blackhaine] Look, there's a grave inside your mouth I press against I was lurking for religion, I'm no saint from where the rain won't go away Press the stainless altercate, my vision blurry, stomachache I never work an honest day, I'm in the corner, bathe in grey Shave an eight, I blaze up in accords Floodlights shining razors for us Cutting up these things I held These shots are babies, name them for us Stained I forwards, bloody rags upon my skin Thorns, they slip down on my head I hear the screams, no sound effect I'm down in red I'm in the Ends tryna put the steel down again Carry wood, on the hillside, surrounding men Lost men, tryna sell them a pound of flesh I'm in the Ends with the blade down my trousers, wet Used to smoke weed, it get me stressed Getting money is the only way I'm blessed Red rose, get a ton, I'm pressed In the city where there's no one left [Chorus: Blackhaine] All alone in the flat, all I see is cracked windows I'm putting hazed in the air Dressed in black, do you think I care? Blank face there in the dark like prayer Dogs on the leash, 120's on the dash 110s on the feet, fog blends in the flat Rocks turned into ash, relapse Block dreams in the crack Man are tryna get rich at the top of the map At the top of the map Man are tryna get rich at the top of the mapYou might also like |