Skyzoo - Suicide Doors lyrics

As I think of how to begin this
I already thought up the ending
And if the ending dictates the way
The start of it’s written
Then I’m really rewinding what isn’t, get it?
Swear it gets harder to get it
But when you got it
To get it again’s more innocent
It’s like product concealing the end is in a
Sense how lights got us
And sealing the win’s where it begins
It’s right by us
Labeled it type bias, to be one in the same
Or maybe they might buy us
To see one of us change
Or say that they might bye us
And leave us yet again
For a gain like pills on
The banners of your screen
Know to handle the regime is
The handle on the lead
And the hands do extend ‘til
A hand is outta reach
And the reach be the limbs
That’ll balance out the means
And the means to it all will
Get a ski mask involved
And you winning or you swimming in
A flood of the maroon type
Sheets by the dozen and you
Covered by a boom mic
Pardon, the most humble of an autograph
The threaded needles of Desert
Eagles and honors raps
The high of thinking you can find more
The balance of the script when
A shooter signs off
Ballerina fit's like two inside four
All for the intrigue of a suicide door

Saw the doors lifting up
And then they never came down
I mean they rode around the block
With the doors lifted up
Like they was flying off the ground
And then they told us that
They call those suicide doors
They said they call those suicide doors
The break lights was 100 dollar bill green
And we was green for a suicide door

And as we take this to a further route
The steps move like it's word of mouth
The steps move like if they was stepping
With us when we further out
So step two becomes to work around
It gets lighter than a fly knit
Tighter than a eye slit
Brighter than the writer you was
Bright enough to climb with
Complimenting you while biggin’ up me
Just brings us up to speed to
The steps that we aligned with
Then it all ties in, tied up to keep down
Or cover up your eyes when it
Flies like you Dee Brown
The complexities of rubbing arms next to me
It all adds to these bags of longevity
It’s like
I’m Wayne Shorter with a ratchet fetish
Or, I’m Mendecees with a jazz collection
In other words, I covet what they covered
Like overflowing cupboards spilling
Gold Medal dreams
And running to the cupboard like
You’re gold medal breed
Or bred, and fed how that Gold Medal steam
Meanings all over
You can pick the one that suit's you
Depending the tie the accessory
Could lose you
See how we still twisting shit together?
Black ice dangle from the
Mirror that reflects us
Black ice tangled til the loop is tied off
All for the intrigue of a suicide door