Conejo - Stormy Thursday lyrics

Got a legion to the street
Where the treacherous vivid a hypnotic crew
That's the way that I'm living
The mind travel, I don't need no prove
A tune of terror spring play the truth
And it's chilling, the upside of fear
I'm the last man standing
Ruth pours no tears hell in session
The belly of the beast on a midnight express
With a first class seat
That's a ride, with the deadly drifter
Ese no remorse, unextortion inflictor
Where you at, that's your burial ground
My revenge, is so profound
Tough corner, the deluxe edition
A broker dreams that's encrypt with mission
Off the record, I'm ah hit man gambler
And that could tell you something
About my case debater

A Stormy Thursday
You could die the worse way
Got the boom box playing new
Shit from Cold play
I'm cold man, and I payed my due's
So this pound right here is for personal use
I made the news on a Stormy Thursday
Homie C Mac-11 got the gangster work play
So no way, you could enter the dead end
If you ain't from the hache
Then your bound to get it

It got me walking, the twilight path
A nocturnal killer, that's build to last
This ah thriller, on the horizon
Gats all around when I summence the violence
Convicted, the tiny radical crimey
It's a right of passage
Send the wolfs to find me
Million bullets, from the butcher shop
The march of death, it just don't stop
They want some justice, for a brown ass quiff
Cause everything I flow sound
Good with the beat
This are the memoirs, of an anarchist
I gotta keep it real, I was timing this
Aggression, got me gripping the Uzi
Taking a risk, ah pirhana Jacuzzi
Let it slow, a cocaine explosion
I've been chasing dragons
Homie that's my compulsion

A Stormy Thursday
You could die the worse way
Got the boom box playing new
Shit from Cold play
I'm cold man, and I payed my due's
So this pound right here is for personal use
I made the news on a Stormy Thursday
Homie C Mac-11 got the gangster work play
So no way, you could enter the dead end
If you ain't from the hache
Then your bound to get it

I woke up, on a rainy morning
In the studio all night, new album recording
It was concerning, events on my life
Shit about this wars in my spiritual life
I called up, for a pound of smoke
I met 'im in the bar, like a tiny lok
I check the product, I took a whiff
It'll put you on the edge
Push your ass off the cliff
I was followed, as I was getting my dough
The fucking under covers wanna end my song
I'm toe to toe, with all my foe's
Shout out to cartoon, down aske road
Ese back to decision as I listen to tracks
Rolling up some blunts from my indica sack
They gave more, a West Coast recession
Weak ass case I was out three seconds

A Stormy Thursday
You could die the worse way
Got the boom box playing new
Shit from Cold play
I'm cold man, and I payed my due's
So this pound right here is for personal use
I made the news on a Stormy Thursday
Homie C Mac-11 got the gangster work play
So no way, you could enter the dead end
If you ain't from the hache
Then your bound to get it