billy woods - Consolation Prize lyrics
[billy woods - Consolation Prize lyrics]
Understand that the life we live is hard
Taking large pulls of cigars
Swift ninjas with full stars
Understand, understand that the life we
Live is hard full scars to the boulevard
Where young gods got bullied hard
Taking large pulls of cigars
Understand that the life we live is hard
Cigar music, I’m working on a gut
Beard thick
Beats so fucked up don’t even have to spit
Still sound epic, the Rick Ross effect
Might test my luck but won’t press it
Once they calling your home phone, forget it
Get got
The very moment you really start to get it
Erased every tape in the place
Universal Magnetic
Got caught serving, solawyers earning
Stoves burning, now you learning
The world don’t need you to keep turning
Hell on Earth, but to tell is the worst
Life’s a Bitch, so I went in her purse
Sue me me gotta go, Louie Louie, oh no
Three knots from Rikers, can’t find the buoy
Measure words to the decimal, Melville Dewey
Drunk on power, woke up woozy
Who’d of thunk? I be at
The bar reeking of skunk
On some "take my wife, please"
Ba dum bum, "just playing baby
We like George and Weezy"
Undercovers, talking slang
Sounding extra Stuart Scott clubber Lang
A whole lotta ns fell victim to the rock
Bundled up
Staring at eviction notices by a dead heater
Realize it’s cheaper to be
My own guest feature
Woods'll do it off the strength
A lil’ reefer
And if he no-shows I don’t need him neither
The boy’s in rare form
Sound clash with the air horn
The circus is airborne
I pass bills to subsidize America’s farms
And trust me neighbor
They ain’t growing corn cFOs alarmed
Golden parachuting like any port in a storm
Bailout money? Now you getting warm
Strobelite Honey zombie
Computer’s full of porn
(that leads to the dark side)
Gold box, middle school, hustle Glow Pops
Middle locker was a dead drop
Dead zoning in Castle Rock
Needful Things could be my block
Magical realism is a hundred
Years alone on lock
Real Talk like an airplane’s black box
Margaret stopped calling the God
Can’t say I’m shocked on the flip side
There’s something to be said
For peace of mind
Plus I gotta heap of free time
Working on this novel
Still on the first line
It was a dark and stormy night
Suddenly, a shot rang out
Taking large pulls of cigars
Swift ninjas with full stars
Understand, understand that the life we
Live is hard full scars to the boulevard
Where young gods got bullied hard
Taking large pulls of cigars
Understand that the life we live is hard
Cigar music, I’m working on a gut
Beard thick
Beats so fucked up don’t even have to spit
Still sound epic, the Rick Ross effect
Might test my luck but won’t press it
Once they calling your home phone, forget it
Get got
The very moment you really start to get it
Erased every tape in the place
Universal Magnetic
Got caught serving, solawyers earning
Stoves burning, now you learning
The world don’t need you to keep turning
Hell on Earth, but to tell is the worst
Life’s a Bitch, so I went in her purse
Sue me me gotta go, Louie Louie, oh no
Three knots from Rikers, can’t find the buoy
Measure words to the decimal, Melville Dewey
Drunk on power, woke up woozy
Who’d of thunk? I be at
The bar reeking of skunk
On some "take my wife, please"
Ba dum bum, "just playing baby
We like George and Weezy"
Undercovers, talking slang
Sounding extra Stuart Scott clubber Lang
A whole lotta ns fell victim to the rock
Bundled up
Staring at eviction notices by a dead heater
Realize it’s cheaper to be
My own guest feature
Woods'll do it off the strength
A lil’ reefer
And if he no-shows I don’t need him neither
The boy’s in rare form
Sound clash with the air horn
The circus is airborne
I pass bills to subsidize America’s farms
And trust me neighbor
They ain’t growing corn cFOs alarmed
Golden parachuting like any port in a storm
Bailout money? Now you getting warm
Strobelite Honey zombie
Computer’s full of porn
(that leads to the dark side)
Gold box, middle school, hustle Glow Pops
Middle locker was a dead drop
Dead zoning in Castle Rock
Needful Things could be my block
Magical realism is a hundred
Years alone on lock
Real Talk like an airplane’s black box
Margaret stopped calling the God
Can’t say I’m shocked on the flip side
There’s something to be said
For peace of mind
Plus I gotta heap of free time
Working on this novel
Still on the first line
It was a dark and stormy night
Suddenly, a shot rang out