TRiPPJONES, Rozz Dyliams - Dig Out The Matrix lyrics
[TRiPPJONES, Rozz Dyliams - Dig Out The Matrix lyrics]
Ay ay ay ay lil
Bitch you know that I'm rocking
Give me that chain
No time for the fucking shenanigans
And now she got threee pussy hole
Dig deep in your mind and maybe you'll find
215s knockin' I'm sending a heat rocket
I'm out of my fucking mind got
An 8 ball in each pocket
Ain't no way for me to stop it
Not even if heat popping
Got demons in my head that won't
Shut up they just keep talking
I'm walking early hours on the streets
And plotting on a ploy
I feel just like Eddie Sutton's
Life at his darkest point
People act like they know me
But nobody know my shit
Its all lavish and lovely til'
A certain hour hit
Spent too much time on Yoder Ave
Just tryna get my grip
But drifting further from sanity just
Check how far I slip