billy woods - Paraquat lyrics
[billy woods - Paraquat lyrics]
Spot on 116 must've had the
Cops in they pocket
Hydro jars, fifteen a pop, line out the door
This back when we had the nerve
To call brick weed chocolate
Stacy said her sister's boyfriend had
The new hot shit
Gave me the plug like a stock tip
I found religion, I'm a prophet
Loved that girl
But knew we wouldn't work like
Harden on the Rockets clouds cleared
I'm looking at the city like
Jihadis in the cockpit
Prices so fucking high
I had to do 'em dirty just to make a profit
Split's like Spotify numbers
A whole lotta green, just me and the punter
Down for the team
Saying all the right things
But feeling like Harden on the Thunder
We was raised on paraquat, scraped and fought
By the grace of God
Everybody else got caught
We was raised on paraquat, scraped and fought
By the grace of God
Everybody else got caught
We was raised on paraquat, scraped and fought
By the grace of God
Everybody else got caught
We was raised on paraquat, scraped and fought
By the grace of God
In DC they called me New York
I didn't correct it
Brother started on that Malachi Z
I said I eat pork and besides
I don't respect it (I don't)
You out here smoking Newports
Please man, let me eat my breakfast
We was raised on it, right?
Light drizzle on the tarmac
Whitey hit Hiroshima, then he doubled back
Black rain baptised, black skies
I'm always waiting on the thunderclap
Feed 'em rope till it goes slack
Hot potato
When your quick lick turn to a kidnap
It's easy to take, hard to give back
(It's hard to give) deep in the tombs on
A humble Pentecostal crumble
In a sweetened aromatic
My dude came home like Papillon
His spirit never captured but truth be told
He never had a second chapter
Cammo, green and gold, pull me in the sky
It's the rapture
Anno domini, it's no before
It's only after
We was raised on paraquat, scraped and fought
By the grace of God
Everybody else got caught
We was raised on paraquat, scraped and fought
By the grace of God
Everybody else got caught
That was the haze for a long time
Let's get like some wine
Like let's not skip the process
1988 till like 2004-2005
Just an uptown thing, on 45th St
They had it by the pounds
It was seven thousand dollars a pound
Back then before the AIDS we did that
Cops in they pocket
Hydro jars, fifteen a pop, line out the door
This back when we had the nerve
To call brick weed chocolate
Stacy said her sister's boyfriend had
The new hot shit
Gave me the plug like a stock tip
I found religion, I'm a prophet
Loved that girl
But knew we wouldn't work like
Harden on the Rockets clouds cleared
I'm looking at the city like
Jihadis in the cockpit
Prices so fucking high
I had to do 'em dirty just to make a profit
Split's like Spotify numbers
A whole lotta green, just me and the punter
Down for the team
Saying all the right things
But feeling like Harden on the Thunder
We was raised on paraquat, scraped and fought
By the grace of God
Everybody else got caught
We was raised on paraquat, scraped and fought
By the grace of God
Everybody else got caught
We was raised on paraquat, scraped and fought
By the grace of God
Everybody else got caught
We was raised on paraquat, scraped and fought
By the grace of God
In DC they called me New York
I didn't correct it
Brother started on that Malachi Z
I said I eat pork and besides
I don't respect it (I don't)
You out here smoking Newports
Please man, let me eat my breakfast
We was raised on it, right?
Light drizzle on the tarmac
Whitey hit Hiroshima, then he doubled back
Black rain baptised, black skies
I'm always waiting on the thunderclap
Feed 'em rope till it goes slack
Hot potato
When your quick lick turn to a kidnap
It's easy to take, hard to give back
(It's hard to give) deep in the tombs on
A humble Pentecostal crumble
In a sweetened aromatic
My dude came home like Papillon
His spirit never captured but truth be told
He never had a second chapter
Cammo, green and gold, pull me in the sky
It's the rapture
Anno domini, it's no before
It's only after
We was raised on paraquat, scraped and fought
By the grace of God
Everybody else got caught
We was raised on paraquat, scraped and fought
By the grace of God
Everybody else got caught
That was the haze for a long time
Let's get like some wine
Like let's not skip the process
1988 till like 2004-2005
Just an uptown thing, on 45th St
They had it by the pounds
It was seven thousand dollars a pound
Back then before the AIDS we did that