Zeroh, Busdriver - R U WELL? lyrics
[Zeroh, Busdriver - R U WELL? lyrics]
You asked me if I was doing well
Well uh, imma be honest
I am not a south by south-west
I am behind you
Reaching for the back of the shadow
For the source to the darkness
From the pit to the black
From the richness in the sack i am not
There is a battered curtain between
Me and certain death i am here all week
Where my mother left me with guns to muck
Where rolls of from the living
Room just like small talk
No I'm not at the, Michael brown vigil
I'm at the scene of a fresh new shooting
Where the smartphones were off
And the unit's speak in spells
Flashes of red light, lighting the body
Nothing said, no strings or bounds
No preach ideas in reach is in reach
No preach ideas in reach
(No preach ideas in reach)
Something like that, come on
Are you well? Are you well?
You dress like you just got a Kanye co-sign
Oh is it true?
Has your life changed? Is it true?
Has it changed to the aluminum dome mind
To the Olympic poolside, arena
Realtime advertise
Giving hand jobs to TMZ Hyenas
Responding to humanitarian crisis
Via emoji swarms and folded arms of defense
While inbetween em
Light was buying for the other world
That the hunger with fund raiser
Till I got hit, in the favorite form
With these stun gun phasers are you well?
You don't look the same
You don't look the same
Paralyzed from the hip down
Staralyzed at the get down
Me and you lets have a sit down
Homies always getting
And your ladies getting dicked down
So now you couldn't kidnap sixth round
Nah, nah
Lying sick to my stomach
Feel low, i got evicted from the slums pit
Im turning colors when i meet strangers
Half machine half mistake, I'm almost
It's update
I'm garunteed to take fakers on fake
I'm just a slip cause im out my mind
Batteries on my tounge
It's alcaline browse a line
You can not find a style
Like mine in crowded lines
A specific type of blackout
Hack account of hedge fund, manager to bill
Fuckers in Canada, no im not doing well
Who the fuck are you to tell, my story? yes
It's monkey see, monkey do
My whole crew is honey bees in running shoes
And we was broke this whole time the
Moneys new sweet drops of honey dew
All your ladies coochy coo
I'm the OG that they raped a story book about
Crooked trial on gold grills baby
Know im soo ill
I'm the OG that they raped a story book about
Crooked trial on gold grills baby
Know im soo ill
Well uh, imma be honest
I am not a south by south-west
I am behind you
Reaching for the back of the shadow
For the source to the darkness
From the pit to the black
From the richness in the sack i am not
There is a battered curtain between
Me and certain death i am here all week
Where my mother left me with guns to muck
Where rolls of from the living
Room just like small talk
No I'm not at the, Michael brown vigil
I'm at the scene of a fresh new shooting
Where the smartphones were off
And the unit's speak in spells
Flashes of red light, lighting the body
Nothing said, no strings or bounds
No preach ideas in reach is in reach
No preach ideas in reach
(No preach ideas in reach)
Something like that, come on
Are you well? Are you well?
You dress like you just got a Kanye co-sign
Oh is it true?
Has your life changed? Is it true?
Has it changed to the aluminum dome mind
To the Olympic poolside, arena
Realtime advertise
Giving hand jobs to TMZ Hyenas
Responding to humanitarian crisis
Via emoji swarms and folded arms of defense
While inbetween em
Light was buying for the other world
That the hunger with fund raiser
Till I got hit, in the favorite form
With these stun gun phasers are you well?
You don't look the same
You don't look the same
Paralyzed from the hip down
Staralyzed at the get down
Me and you lets have a sit down
Homies always getting
And your ladies getting dicked down
So now you couldn't kidnap sixth round
Nah, nah
Lying sick to my stomach
Feel low, i got evicted from the slums pit
Im turning colors when i meet strangers
Half machine half mistake, I'm almost
It's update
I'm garunteed to take fakers on fake
I'm just a slip cause im out my mind
Batteries on my tounge
It's alcaline browse a line
You can not find a style
Like mine in crowded lines
A specific type of blackout
Hack account of hedge fund, manager to bill
Fuckers in Canada, no im not doing well
Who the fuck are you to tell, my story? yes
It's monkey see, monkey do
My whole crew is honey bees in running shoes
And we was broke this whole time the
Moneys new sweet drops of honey dew
All your ladies coochy coo
I'm the OG that they raped a story book about
Crooked trial on gold grills baby
Know im soo ill
I'm the OG that they raped a story book about
Crooked trial on gold grills baby
Know im soo ill