Tropes, Stone deluxe - Whatever it takes lyrics
[Tropes, Stone deluxe - Whatever it takes lyrics]
In my dreams I steer my car from the backseat
Reach over the front like is this seat taken?
Thought I saw you stranded with me
Know I saw you, sight was abrasive
Wake up and my real life so-so
Lose shit all the time, where my phone go?
Hold this hate in my heart for no one
Could’ve sworn things were back to normal
What’s normal? Who are you asking?
Want it done right? Don’t hire a hack, then
Things have gotten better since back then
Even if it’s only by a fraction
This denim gets soaked in the rain
Makе peace with the sourcе of the pain
Had to me tied to the tracks of the train
Big head like Mensis Brain
Don’t think too hard, okay?
We can get it done, today
If I’m in the right mood, okay?
Just out of my hands some days
I got all this fucking hair in my face
Was it worth it, or was it a waste?
Life’s worth it, whatever it takes
Woah, maybe, pause, play
I sit with my feelings, for real
That shit is a challenge
How do you do it? I manage
Once I was metal, I’m stone
And I'm always Brandon
I sit at the table of
Dealings and dealing damage
Go back and forth with my baggage
Not always all you-can-eat
Sometimes it's all you-can-scavenge
STONEMAN and Tropes, Tropesman
I’m in my zone, zoneman
I’m peaceful, look, ma, no hands
Eyerok, Shifting Sand Lands
You really gotta get with this program
Take a hint if you see a bad omen
XX years old, numerals, Roman
Life last least a lifetime, here’s hoping
No face, no eyes, no recollection
Two big, prying eyes focused on a section
Why you down? Don't cry, drug supply is high
Take 'em down, but take no life
I got more to die
In the front I scream from the back door
And I come from the place that you ask for
Make his head holy, no pastor (no pastor)
You need a star charm for this car bomb
And it roll out
Luck on your side for the hand
Final showdown
Keep that same energy when you pull up
To my show to kill me
But the show is sold out one, it’s automatic
Two, you’re just more dramatic, ya
Yeah, you problematic, talking shit
It's TV static one, yeah, no one likes you
Two, it comes back to bite you
But it ain't your right to come and pass
Yeah, what, you wack
(you ain't nothing to me)
I sit with my feelings, for real
That shit is a challenge
How do you do it? I manage
Once I was metal, I’m stone
And I'm always Brandon
I sit at the table of
Dealings and dealing damage
Go back and forth with my baggage
Not always all you-can-eat
Sometimes it's all you-can-scavenge
Reach over the front like is this seat taken?
Thought I saw you stranded with me
Know I saw you, sight was abrasive
Wake up and my real life so-so
Lose shit all the time, where my phone go?
Hold this hate in my heart for no one
Could’ve sworn things were back to normal
What’s normal? Who are you asking?
Want it done right? Don’t hire a hack, then
Things have gotten better since back then
Even if it’s only by a fraction
This denim gets soaked in the rain
Makе peace with the sourcе of the pain
Had to me tied to the tracks of the train
Big head like Mensis Brain
Don’t think too hard, okay?
We can get it done, today
If I’m in the right mood, okay?
Just out of my hands some days
I got all this fucking hair in my face
Was it worth it, or was it a waste?
Life’s worth it, whatever it takes
Woah, maybe, pause, play
I sit with my feelings, for real
That shit is a challenge
How do you do it? I manage
Once I was metal, I’m stone
And I'm always Brandon
I sit at the table of
Dealings and dealing damage
Go back and forth with my baggage
Not always all you-can-eat
Sometimes it's all you-can-scavenge
STONEMAN and Tropes, Tropesman
I’m in my zone, zoneman
I’m peaceful, look, ma, no hands
Eyerok, Shifting Sand Lands
You really gotta get with this program
Take a hint if you see a bad omen
XX years old, numerals, Roman
Life last least a lifetime, here’s hoping
No face, no eyes, no recollection
Two big, prying eyes focused on a section
Why you down? Don't cry, drug supply is high
Take 'em down, but take no life
I got more to die
In the front I scream from the back door
And I come from the place that you ask for
Make his head holy, no pastor (no pastor)
You need a star charm for this car bomb
And it roll out
Luck on your side for the hand
Final showdown
Keep that same energy when you pull up
To my show to kill me
But the show is sold out one, it’s automatic
Two, you’re just more dramatic, ya
Yeah, you problematic, talking shit
It's TV static one, yeah, no one likes you
Two, it comes back to bite you
But it ain't your right to come and pass
Yeah, what, you wack
(you ain't nothing to me)
I sit with my feelings, for real
That shit is a challenge
How do you do it? I manage
Once I was metal, I’m stone
And I'm always Brandon
I sit at the table of
Dealings and dealing damage
Go back and forth with my baggage
Not always all you-can-eat
Sometimes it's all you-can-scavenge