Rozz Dyliams, Purp Dogg - Fathers Day lyrics
[Rozz Dyliams, Purp Dogg - Fathers Day lyrics]
Sylvia can you do me a solid
Can you get your sister and go and get
Polished and get back into my pocket
We bout to get into some smobbin
Dylan bringing the wrath down be my path
Down so I wouldn't have options
What's a goblin to an abomination
The creation know you got me nauseous
Got me dashin for cash and im still
Single handedly smashing the
Collective conscious
You hiding behind them creeping up
Behind just to cut
Up your spine like I don't have a conscience
I was sent from the heavens to euthanize
Everyone it's just part of my process
In a dark room rockin back and forth
Talkin what appear to be nonsense
I don't care about anything other than
Annuit coeptis up in my pocket
Profit trapped in the wrong
Dimension like a shinigami
Feelin got me like I lost it
Pushing on don't give a damn about it
How many skeletons up in my closet
So many that I can't count it cus I
Lost track cus it's like a damn mountain
I don't give a fuck keep countin money up
Run it up mararthonin'
Get me to my shows via con air if
You unaware I feel like Sarah Connor
More like Sara Goldfarb heavy gold
Bars steady breaking bitches honor
If they say they fuck with
Me and you ain't here
For me then hear it here they all imposters
Step up if you wanna die today the
Situation bout to happen if you wanna
Workin lurkin creepin through the window
Of your room and
On the news at night im labelled monster
Dylan Zachariah going full pariah
Underneath the ground that you walk on
Constant visions of death in my mind got me
Thinking cloudy creepin into
My other thoughts
Get the fuck back get the fuck back
Got me buckin like a fuckin sawed off
R O double Z you already know me
Bumpin like a key now it's on
Who got money on the eight
Shake it out and scrape it on the plate
Straight to the face fast pace heart rate
Your lonelier the longer that you wait
Can you get your sister and go and get
Polished and get back into my pocket
We bout to get into some smobbin
Dylan bringing the wrath down be my path
Down so I wouldn't have options
What's a goblin to an abomination
The creation know you got me nauseous
Got me dashin for cash and im still
Single handedly smashing the
Collective conscious
You hiding behind them creeping up
Behind just to cut
Up your spine like I don't have a conscience
I was sent from the heavens to euthanize
Everyone it's just part of my process
In a dark room rockin back and forth
Talkin what appear to be nonsense
I don't care about anything other than
Annuit coeptis up in my pocket
Profit trapped in the wrong
Dimension like a shinigami
Feelin got me like I lost it
Pushing on don't give a damn about it
How many skeletons up in my closet
So many that I can't count it cus I
Lost track cus it's like a damn mountain
I don't give a fuck keep countin money up
Run it up mararthonin'
Get me to my shows via con air if
You unaware I feel like Sarah Connor
More like Sara Goldfarb heavy gold
Bars steady breaking bitches honor
If they say they fuck with
Me and you ain't here
For me then hear it here they all imposters
Step up if you wanna die today the
Situation bout to happen if you wanna
Workin lurkin creepin through the window
Of your room and
On the news at night im labelled monster
Dylan Zachariah going full pariah
Underneath the ground that you walk on
Constant visions of death in my mind got me
Thinking cloudy creepin into
My other thoughts
Get the fuck back get the fuck back
Got me buckin like a fuckin sawed off
R O double Z you already know me
Bumpin like a key now it's on
Who got money on the eight
Shake it out and scrape it on the plate
Straight to the face fast pace heart rate
Your lonelier the longer that you wait