CunninLynguists, Toby Ganger - Innerspace lyrics
CunninLynguists [Deacon the Villain, Kno, Natti] Lexington, Kentucky, U.S. 🇺🇸
[CunninLynguists, Toby Ganger - Innerspace lyrics]
I remember as youngin'
Slummin' with my crusaders garcia Vegas
Burglarizing neighbors for Segas
Lil schemers, countin' Beemers
Benzes & Acuras
It's tough to count blessings
When battlin' Count Dracula
Life's fangs'll drain yo blood in floods
Can't wade in that water
Because of rogue scuds
Role models taught us you oughta just roll up
In life there's no love whatever yo role was
Find wealth no need to find self
Stand in line until you find
Your spot on a shelf
Don’t mean to sound cold
Got my soul singing baritone
Feelin' down low to think
Of those in this winter with no mink, or folk
Weathering this desert with no drink to cope
Some chain smoke with no link or hope
Just dope, tree and a rope
You are the living truth of life ooh ooh
The fastest can’t run from who they are
I’d run from self but no man can run that far
Turn the page, eventually I hit a certain age
Learn that all the freedom was
Worthless when you’re afraid
Success can often be a perfect cage
Searching for a way to stay the
Same while the world will change
A prisoner, trapped in the regret
Cuz the ego can’t keep up if
They happen to reject it
Sometimes you want so bad to be respected
Goin’ after it ‘til you’ve
Left your happiness neglected
I’ve seen the weakness in grown men
Playing games with their pain
They cheat but they don’t win
Seen ‘em feed the needle deep
Into their own skin
Tryna find a fleeting bit of
Peace in that moment
More success to fix what’s left
Take an even bigger risk like
After this I’ll rest
Til he painted with the razor
On his wrist a red the color of lips
Pucker up it’s the kiss of death
I’m Bustin’ Loose, no Wilder, just a Pryor
And that debt was paid in
Spades and barbed wire
Later use eyes to weigh and move fire
Then moved crowds in wades with hellfire
Meet a fan, kick it witcha, take a picture
Sign both titties and give a
Pound to your mister it’s been real
Realer than steel I’da grabbed
Before I picked up a pen and a pad
Shit, it’s been chill
Chiller than the look in the eye of a junkie
When he’s looking to buy looking to fly
Pyrex on the good eye of a broke stove
Pyramid of cans, tin foil with poke holes
Soft white girl break your
Nose and gets harder
Revenge of the Caine, the original Get Carter
Take your favorite star
Make him into a martyr
Life ain’t Trending, it’s ending see farther
Slummin' with my crusaders garcia Vegas
Burglarizing neighbors for Segas
Lil schemers, countin' Beemers
Benzes & Acuras
It's tough to count blessings
When battlin' Count Dracula
Life's fangs'll drain yo blood in floods
Can't wade in that water
Because of rogue scuds
Role models taught us you oughta just roll up
In life there's no love whatever yo role was
Find wealth no need to find self
Stand in line until you find
Your spot on a shelf
Don’t mean to sound cold
Got my soul singing baritone
Feelin' down low to think
Of those in this winter with no mink, or folk
Weathering this desert with no drink to cope
Some chain smoke with no link or hope
Just dope, tree and a rope
You are the living truth of life ooh ooh
The fastest can’t run from who they are
I’d run from self but no man can run that far
Turn the page, eventually I hit a certain age
Learn that all the freedom was
Worthless when you’re afraid
Success can often be a perfect cage
Searching for a way to stay the
Same while the world will change
A prisoner, trapped in the regret
Cuz the ego can’t keep up if
They happen to reject it
Sometimes you want so bad to be respected
Goin’ after it ‘til you’ve
Left your happiness neglected
I’ve seen the weakness in grown men
Playing games with their pain
They cheat but they don’t win
Seen ‘em feed the needle deep
Into their own skin
Tryna find a fleeting bit of
Peace in that moment
More success to fix what’s left
Take an even bigger risk like
After this I’ll rest
Til he painted with the razor
On his wrist a red the color of lips
Pucker up it’s the kiss of death
I’m Bustin’ Loose, no Wilder, just a Pryor
And that debt was paid in
Spades and barbed wire
Later use eyes to weigh and move fire
Then moved crowds in wades with hellfire
Meet a fan, kick it witcha, take a picture
Sign both titties and give a
Pound to your mister it’s been real
Realer than steel I’da grabbed
Before I picked up a pen and a pad
Shit, it’s been chill
Chiller than the look in the eye of a junkie
When he’s looking to buy looking to fly
Pyrex on the good eye of a broke stove
Pyramid of cans, tin foil with poke holes
Soft white girl break your
Nose and gets harder
Revenge of the Caine, the original Get Carter
Take your favorite star
Make him into a martyr
Life ain’t Trending, it’s ending see farther