Nøthin Matters, Ricky Hil - Twilight Zone lyrics

Pull my pants up, keep my head high
I know my mama pray, pray I never die
Tryna live my life, you tryna live a lie
I always tell the truth, like polygraph
Just tell the truth even
If we’ll probably laugh
Well these days if she ain’t
Bad I’ll probably pass

Even if she put it up ona silver platter
This is Ricky Hil & NØTHIN MATTERS
I always think about what I couldn’t be
This bitch about to see
What she shouldn’t see
Cuz the devil won’t get over me
So I’m on my knees with this rosary (yeah)
My ex bitch said she miss me
I can’t count all the times
That she dissed me

So I don't care about shit now
Ima lock my fuckin door let my wrists bleed
Bitch please, rolling big leaves
That bitch pussy water
I fucked the pastor’s daughter
Her daddy is a liar, always tryna buy her
454 SS chrome plates Michelin tires
Black paint with the buckets though
Ricky Hil got my bucket
Low like fuckit though

I hate it when I wake up so I'll stay up
Till the day comes
Long hair that's to hide where my face was
Rollin stained blunts you know I stay numb
Nothin Matters to me I can't ever change up
They can't sway us i still make runs
Type Late high stakes tryna make somethin
Kill snakes count cake ima shade of nothin'
For this kicked the bucket
Still I can't escape

Musta messed it up I do not feel too great
At times had enough cuz each days the same
But, I'll keep the lump I won't say a thing
Smokin' concentrate to keep me concentrated
I get frustrated at my memory fadin'
It evaporates leaving just the base
No day not dazed I'm to blame
I could End it all or I could send a song
Outwit demons in my head
Know they want me dead
I'll cut through their neck on day
I ain't pressin' pause

Till the film falls off by then I'll be gone
They gone claim they 'bout this
Nothin Matters Know You Doubt this
Ricky Hil he knows our sound hit's
From the ville we from the ground it's
LIMØSANØSTRA know I told ya
From the start we only go up
And it's cold and it's dark
Like my soul got no hearts left

Black on black like the night is
I don’t give a shit about
Shit in my life Bitch
Imma roll the dice, Bitch is hella nice
Land snake eyes Say I’ve been fine
But the generation lies
They don’t know shit, I ghost them
A dumb bitch, I’m roasting
I’ve been slumped since Thursday through
Thursday been worse days

When I’ve prayed with my hands together
A world I never met her or
A way to just forget everything
I ain’t gonna tell you about the
Failures that I come from
I can’t be sold on a dream
Cause, I might not wake up
Imma stay up and watch time fly
I’ve learned from my mistakes
And they’re all lies

We’re on a level and it’s way beyond the bar
We’re in the sky
But we’re driving in the car
I wanna die, but won’t take it that far
She gonna cry, try to visit me on Mars