Ransom, Nicholas Craven - The Master lyrics
[Ransom, Nicholas Craven - The Master lyrics]
Ay Craven
Yeah man, this shit is gorgeous right here
It's glorious, it's the perfect backdrop
Let me paint this scene for y'all
Shit is gory, man
Yeah (I'm tellin' y'all man)
Look, look, let's get it
Look, first time I seen a face explode
Was about eight years old (true)
My mama prayed so she can save my soul
(our Father)
It changed my goal seein' brains exposed
(yeah) , no one explained it though
Everything is lit when you livin'
But ya grave is cold (yeah)
Y'all don't really want it with Duffle
Ain't no exchangin' blows
Shotties blow you out of ya fit
Look like you changin' clothes (bla-ouw)
Yeah, you heard them painful groans
Choppers hang you up when they ring
Think you should change ya tone
Honestly I'm one of the greatest
But never claimed this throne
I don't need no spins on ya playlist
My shit's engraved in stone (yeah)
These labels got too many slaves to own
That's why I'm workin' behind
The scenes to get
Somethin' for y'all to claim and own
(let's go)
King Leonidas when he reigned in Rome
Painted scrolls ancient poems
Buried by kings right where
They laid his bones (woo)
Yeah, still y'all remain some clones
Hope you die a horrible death
And suffer in pain alone (yeah)
Became apparent I was raisin' chrome
High as any plane or drone
Killers with guns that they
Never aimed and blown (bla-ouw)
Wire taps that got arranged in phones
Don't be that nigga that's
Comin' back from
That party and find a stranger home
For real man, yeah
Ah man, this shit is luxurious
Ha, this, this this torture is luxurious
You hear that oh, oh, yeah, let's get it
Yeah man, this shit is gorgeous right here
It's glorious, it's the perfect backdrop
Let me paint this scene for y'all
Shit is gory, man
Yeah (I'm tellin' y'all man)
Look, look, let's get it
Look, first time I seen a face explode
Was about eight years old (true)
My mama prayed so she can save my soul
(our Father)
It changed my goal seein' brains exposed
(yeah) , no one explained it though
Everything is lit when you livin'
But ya grave is cold (yeah)
Y'all don't really want it with Duffle
Ain't no exchangin' blows
Shotties blow you out of ya fit
Look like you changin' clothes (bla-ouw)
Yeah, you heard them painful groans
Choppers hang you up when they ring
Think you should change ya tone
Honestly I'm one of the greatest
But never claimed this throne
I don't need no spins on ya playlist
My shit's engraved in stone (yeah)
These labels got too many slaves to own
That's why I'm workin' behind
The scenes to get
Somethin' for y'all to claim and own
(let's go)
King Leonidas when he reigned in Rome
Painted scrolls ancient poems
Buried by kings right where
They laid his bones (woo)
Yeah, still y'all remain some clones
Hope you die a horrible death
And suffer in pain alone (yeah)
Became apparent I was raisin' chrome
High as any plane or drone
Killers with guns that they
Never aimed and blown (bla-ouw)
Wire taps that got arranged in phones
Don't be that nigga that's
Comin' back from
That party and find a stranger home
For real man, yeah
Ah man, this shit is luxurious
Ha, this, this this torture is luxurious
You hear that oh, oh, yeah, let's get it