Blue November - Impulse lyrics
[Blue November - Impulse lyrics]
I never served bass
If I did I don't play grounds
There's rules to my beliefs
Little nigga I don't play around
Rule one, never travel with no bank son
Rule three, you fronting for the streets
What you reckon paid over
With pussy nigga attendance rule four
You fuck with the family best friend
Out or more, there for my civil mind state
Crippled like a blind date
Flow trickle turn waterfalls nimble
From where the dogs are, armed for the kibble
Mama's son on the nipple
Holding for that welfare
Pop a rich cracker just to
Make things a bit fair
My mind like the miner at the Mecca of rap
Ask Mosque guys who gather and
The children who bled
See the crimson leaking all through the bed
I see it through the eyes that you see them
I'm dealing with my life so
I don't got time got yours and I got mines
I don't feel the same today
I think my passion blew away
Along with the ashes in my tray
Don't try to understand me you
Just really in my way
I don't feel the same today
I think my passion blew away
Along with the ashes in my tray
Don't try to understand me you
Just really in my way
I'm fucking fed up
People sleeping on us from the neck up
Then they wonder why we like this
I call it "dungeonitis"
Never leave my white bitch
My left one got a fucking
Attitude she bite back shit I like that
Think it and I write that
I don't have dreams
Ill descriptions in my nightcap
Thinking that we neck
You can tell I got the ice pack
Never get inside track
Leaving niggas dusting on the dirt
But they don't fight back
I don't feel the same today, nigga
I think my passion blew away
Along with the ashes in my tray
Don't try to understand me you
Just really in my way
I don't feel the same today
I think my passion blew away
Along with the ashes in my tray
Don't try to understand me you
Just really in my way, nigga
If I did I don't play grounds
There's rules to my beliefs
Little nigga I don't play around
Rule one, never travel with no bank son
Rule three, you fronting for the streets
What you reckon paid over
With pussy nigga attendance rule four
You fuck with the family best friend
Out or more, there for my civil mind state
Crippled like a blind date
Flow trickle turn waterfalls nimble
From where the dogs are, armed for the kibble
Mama's son on the nipple
Holding for that welfare
Pop a rich cracker just to
Make things a bit fair
My mind like the miner at the Mecca of rap
Ask Mosque guys who gather and
The children who bled
See the crimson leaking all through the bed
I see it through the eyes that you see them
I'm dealing with my life so
I don't got time got yours and I got mines
I don't feel the same today
I think my passion blew away
Along with the ashes in my tray
Don't try to understand me you
Just really in my way
I don't feel the same today
I think my passion blew away
Along with the ashes in my tray
Don't try to understand me you
Just really in my way
I'm fucking fed up
People sleeping on us from the neck up
Then they wonder why we like this
I call it "dungeonitis"
Never leave my white bitch
My left one got a fucking
Attitude she bite back shit I like that
Think it and I write that
I don't have dreams
Ill descriptions in my nightcap
Thinking that we neck
You can tell I got the ice pack
Never get inside track
Leaving niggas dusting on the dirt
But they don't fight back
I don't feel the same today, nigga
I think my passion blew away
Along with the ashes in my tray
Don't try to understand me you
Just really in my way
I don't feel the same today
I think my passion blew away
Along with the ashes in my tray
Don't try to understand me you
Just really in my way, nigga