saturn - King Duncan lyrics
[saturn - King Duncan lyrics]
This is a Graveem1nd exclusive
Two corpses in the grave double XP
Tapped into the bottom of the blunt
And it's some Runtz
Pick 'em like a booger
And I eat 'em up for lunch
Looking for a paycheck
Promise I am not the one liquor in a shoe
We drinkin' heavy in the sun
Take it, fake it, make it, or you're slow
Metal in my mouth gon' hit a piercing
Rip his throat steppin' off the throne
So I can't get it stolen from me
I don't wanna post
It's better if I'm out the story
Catch an IG live
Stepping outta this subway high
Gotta get a feel for life
You takе the wheel, can't drive
Yeah, yеah, let me run it back
Skin a cop, some pig skin on me
Like a runningback
Bite-sized, running slice of life
There ain't no coming back
Kill the powers holding me
And memories start coming back
Can't you see? It's only make-believe
Have you tried telling the captors
That you wanna leave?
I know they cannot see it
I know you wanna leave it
I'll move on to giving shit
'cause I'm done with receiving, so
Calling up the butcher, then I chop him
And it's done
I don't know what I'm about
I wanna be the one feelin' like Lebowski
I'm the dude that never won
No more open doors, I keep 'em closed
I keep 'em shut
You can tell me, I keep guns
He can't talk to me, I know that he my son
I don't care about you, I'm just having fun
What you did can't be undone
You tell convincing lies
I told him we'll get by
I tie him down for life
I get him down when it's right
C-C-Calling out the bluff, time is up
He thought he was gon' be enough
Didn't block a dust
We made a thousand times ten
And it's still not done
I'm 47th president
Ain't no more movin' up
Yeah, LA wanna see me packed
Run around in your circles
I'ma vomit on your Raf
Leave a trail of people motivated by my past
Closing out a story with the
Fifth sin of wrath uh, fuck
Two corpses in the grave double XP
Tapped into the bottom of the blunt
And it's some Runtz
Pick 'em like a booger
And I eat 'em up for lunch
Looking for a paycheck
Promise I am not the one liquor in a shoe
We drinkin' heavy in the sun
Take it, fake it, make it, or you're slow
Metal in my mouth gon' hit a piercing
Rip his throat steppin' off the throne
So I can't get it stolen from me
I don't wanna post
It's better if I'm out the story
Catch an IG live
Stepping outta this subway high
Gotta get a feel for life
You takе the wheel, can't drive
Yeah, yеah, let me run it back
Skin a cop, some pig skin on me
Like a runningback
Bite-sized, running slice of life
There ain't no coming back
Kill the powers holding me
And memories start coming back
Can't you see? It's only make-believe
Have you tried telling the captors
That you wanna leave?
I know they cannot see it
I know you wanna leave it
I'll move on to giving shit
'cause I'm done with receiving, so
Calling up the butcher, then I chop him
And it's done
I don't know what I'm about
I wanna be the one feelin' like Lebowski
I'm the dude that never won
No more open doors, I keep 'em closed
I keep 'em shut
You can tell me, I keep guns
He can't talk to me, I know that he my son
I don't care about you, I'm just having fun
What you did can't be undone
You tell convincing lies
I told him we'll get by
I tie him down for life
I get him down when it's right
C-C-Calling out the bluff, time is up
He thought he was gon' be enough
Didn't block a dust
We made a thousand times ten
And it's still not done
I'm 47th president
Ain't no more movin' up
Yeah, LA wanna see me packed
Run around in your circles
I'ma vomit on your Raf
Leave a trail of people motivated by my past
Closing out a story with the
Fifth sin of wrath uh, fuck