Paris Texas - RökKOut lyrics

Rock out in this bitch, rock out in this ho
I was overseas, sold out every show
They some yes-men, so them niggas never know (No)
Niggas wannabes, but we two, so we co-ops
All my niggas fed, would've thought we was wired up
White bitch wanna do CNC in the BNB
I'm the Duke of Hazard so you know I had to tie her up
Niggas envy like Nevada, what's the matter, bruh?
If you really him, like you said, I woulda heard of you
If my family heard what you said, they woulda murdered you
Yes I am a dork, but I'm connected to a gang or two
I'ma take my time with this shit, slow the vеrtical (Bitch)
Slow the vertical, you rushin' shit, it's hurtin' you
Wanna be on, just bе gone, for a buck or two
I was in- (Shh), with the- (Shh), shit was uncomfortable
Life a maze, I'm amazed that I made it through

All you do is whine, yeah we heard it through the grapevine
Ain't shit sweet, we got dates 'cross state-lines
When I see the hoes out, then I know it's slay time
Your bitch getting dogged out, hit her with my K9's


Seein' two L's, that some business that I can't mind
Livin' near the Hoovers, ain't no tellin' what you may find
You might catch a wall, gettin' balm like it's napalm
Icks-nay on the iggs-nay, 'less it's pape' time
You just had a light year, we ain't talkin' spacetime
When I tell 'em watch this, now he gotta face time
Know that bitch lyin', but it's cool, I'm a tamer
Sonnin' all these niggas, I'm a slave, to the labour
Sunnin' all these niggas, coulda' been a solar panel
Know some niggas make the stick glow just like a Disney Channel
Know some niggas got the juice, and no
It's something you can't handle (Rock out in this)
Sippin' out the straw that broke
The fuckin' back up off the camel (Rock out in this)

Rock—rock—rock out in this bitch, rock out in this ho
I was overseas, sold out every show
Rock out—rock out in this bitch, rock out in this ho
I was overseas, sold out every show
Ayy, rock out in this bitch, rock out in this ho
We can't ever stop, we can't ever fold
Rock—rock out in this bitch,
Rock out—rock out in this ho
I was overseas, sold out every show

Can't go back and forth, I just learnt my worth
I'm a 6'5" nigga, but if it ain't 'bout cash, keeps you short
Grandma just like me, would smoke in the house with her Newports
Addiction run in the family, I run from my family, I hide in my work
Dawgs the FCC, the way I'm fixin' all these curses
Day I got my soul when I had gave them boys my cursive
Dad had called me sick when I was workin' on my verses
Wasn't compliments, truth be told ain't called him since
Cause truth be told, I hold a grudge
Truth be told I got a phobia of turning to a dud
Truth be told, he barely pulled through, our feelings losing blood
Truth be told, the truth can't be told, can't tell you who I was
Money had me nip the old me in a fuckin' bud

What I'm not, is everything they say I wouldn't change
And what I got, to show for it is every drop of pain
I hope my pops, his blood wash over me like DMX
To this day I still regret not being there for his last breath
Before he dropped, I couldn't help but fall victim to change
To be my biggest fan and balance somewhat pseudo-fame
The thoughts I can't restrain but should never get entertained
Feedback I'm gettin' could turn silence to the loudest thing
A heavy bar, my ears smokin', my veins feel like they 'bout to pop
My skin boilin', resembling the sunspots
Hopin' therapy can help me bear the weight
To let these words illustrate how every verse is gettin' laid
I'm on top, the pen strokin', the paper comin' nonstop
Cuttin' through these opps they just obstacles
More blood than sweat and tears inside the bucket
They look like I put cranberry in a vodka shot