Charles Hamilton - Tax Evasion lyrics

Night time
Is the biggest onomatopoeia you can say
HAHA… Uh

Nights in the Palazzo view of the grove
Taking Elle women on a tour
Through my beautiful home
It wasn’t long ago, that every song
I wrote, was all in hope, that
All the broke thoughts would go, OFF
And float, like hallway smoke
When coffins row
In the hood, it’s a coffin for colds
No cure, but we livin’ to die
Like dyin' is another form of livin’ a lie
So we livin’ to live while we wishin’ to fly
Envision the sky, kiss it goodbye
And listen to I
We goin’ higher than the heights of average
Afraid of heights? Take the rites of passage
You never seen a star
Before tonight’s flight?
Midday is like a plugged-in Nite Brite
And all the other planets lookin’ type hype
Like, "Charles, I know you
Ain’t forget my Sprite, right?"

We all celebrities now
Because we gettin’ money!
Everybody in town, because we gettin’ money!
I think I’m wearin’ a crown
Because we getting’ money NOW
But every time I look DOWN

I emerge from the ground with a FROWN

What am i gonna do now
What am i gonna do now

All the money that I get NOW

First-class flights to conferences WHERE
My confidence iS, what got me this
HERE moment to share witcha’
Know that I’m here witcha’
Even when I’m not
And I gotta say "There" witcha’
Even when I am, and I’m able to hear witcha’
There it’s official i can be clear witcha
Fear, is a queer, if you stick out your rear
Dyin’ one moment, just to live out the year
ALL the inspiration I give out to my peers
I wanna "duff" some n1ggas spit out my beer
But that would imply that I’m not sober
And when it come’ to duffin’ n1ggas
I’m Homer you’re more Barney
Whatchu’ want, punk? You can’t harm me
You lookin’ punch drunk
Save the hate for the President
‘cause I’ll "Family Guy" your whole run
Straight make you IRRELAVENT

I’m gettin’ head from a porn star
Sleepin’ with a label mate
Dating the craziest little lady
From the Angel state
Good friends with Mr "808s and Heartbreak"
I’m compression in a hard day
My profession ain’t all day… it’s every day
Rock star
N1ggas imitating me, like it’s not hard
Can’t stop, Charles i’m Bubba Ray Dudley
Show, put these n1ggas on a
Table that’s a breakaway

Like sweatpants that snap-on
I need a track, so I can Slim Jim rap on
That means snap on elbow drop
I’m more focused than ever
I tell hoes "STOP"
I don’t fck just to bust a nut, ‘cause
When the lustin’ rushes up
What are you stuck with?
A puddle of "muck", a btch
That got stuck to you, and vice-versa

It’s not luck, it SUCKS

Charles Hamilton

The only way to move when you’re
On top of the world

Is at top speed

HAHAHAHA…?Catch up to ‘em!?