Ransom - Candyman Farewell to the Flesh lyrics
[Ransom - Candyman Farewell to the Flesh lyrics]
"I am the writing on the wall, the
Whispers in the classroom
Without these things, i am nothing
So now, I must shed innocent blood
Come with me, be my victim"
I’m bringing the sound of
Pain through your airpods
It pounds your brain if your ear’s clogged
The threats of all these devils won’t sound
The same when you hear God
Talks of these fashion moguls
Don’t sound the same when you wear scars
When it’s your time to eat
Got to pound the table like "where’s ours?"
Protect your dreams or get
Your prayers robbеd
Yeah, you’re in my lane and
That’s a clеar charge
Prepare hard, before Nick was wilding out
Y’all was finding out
What I’m about, the G’s always silent
I go the Giannis route define your clout
Designer outfit's or designing houses
Finding spouses
Sipping Domaine Leflaive on reclining couches
I can vouch this
Went from spiteful menace to nights in Venice
Flight was endless, listen
To Michael, Prince, and the likes of Hendrix
Life’s tremendous, there’s no regrets
There’s only lessons learned
Reign in Heaven, burn in Hell
That’s how your death is earned
("Be my victim!")
I wish Obama got an extra term
The next election, that’s the next concern
Yeah, a guilty nigga’s always
First to bargain he pissed his trousers when
He heard the sergeants
Two bricks of powder wasn’t
Worth the charges
Up in the worst apartments
Cooking, take a couple steps back
Wait for that work to harden
Hearse done got him
Man I pray that they don’t search the garden
My auntie’s claiming that the
Church has robbed 'em
Damn, a violent felon that
Was cursed with stardom
Screaming, "life’s a bitch", so
Fuck the world
That’s how you birth the problem
Whispers in the classroom
Without these things, i am nothing
So now, I must shed innocent blood
Come with me, be my victim"
I’m bringing the sound of
Pain through your airpods
It pounds your brain if your ear’s clogged
The threats of all these devils won’t sound
The same when you hear God
Talks of these fashion moguls
Don’t sound the same when you wear scars
When it’s your time to eat
Got to pound the table like "where’s ours?"
Protect your dreams or get
Your prayers robbеd
Yeah, you’re in my lane and
That’s a clеar charge
Prepare hard, before Nick was wilding out
Y’all was finding out
What I’m about, the G’s always silent
I go the Giannis route define your clout
Designer outfit's or designing houses
Finding spouses
Sipping Domaine Leflaive on reclining couches
I can vouch this
Went from spiteful menace to nights in Venice
Flight was endless, listen
To Michael, Prince, and the likes of Hendrix
Life’s tremendous, there’s no regrets
There’s only lessons learned
Reign in Heaven, burn in Hell
That’s how your death is earned
("Be my victim!")
I wish Obama got an extra term
The next election, that’s the next concern
Yeah, a guilty nigga’s always
First to bargain he pissed his trousers when
He heard the sergeants
Two bricks of powder wasn’t
Worth the charges
Up in the worst apartments
Cooking, take a couple steps back
Wait for that work to harden
Hearse done got him
Man I pray that they don’t search the garden
My auntie’s claiming that the
Church has robbed 'em
Damn, a violent felon that
Was cursed with stardom
Screaming, "life’s a bitch", so
Fuck the world
That’s how you birth the problem