[Intro: The Thought]
Where the moon can't shine through the clouds of haze
And the youth get fried like a Funnel Cake
Find the booze half-price and the truth decayed
Lenses end the tunnel, lemme chew grenades
[Verse: The Thought]
Trenched into a huddle, any crew displays
Benched until the pummel, went the rudest way
Fencing what they muscle from the weakest they encounter
'Cause the man that want no trouble gets devoured
If you a coward, overshadowed by the powers that be
Scour earth for your difference from the cattle we eat
Know your worth, no forgiveness for the rattled deceit
That's church, got the Skinny Pete of business degrees
Who looks delicious to me? The vicious kid on the corner?
Man with lawyer's ambitions that's sweaty gripping his quarters
He so suspicious of the horrors that heard from reporters
That he slipped and tripped a border with the look of informers
Someone should warn him that he's walking to torture
But no one could be bothered to offer a word
Guess we ready to mourn him, got the talking-points brokered
If he dies he'll be honored, if he's robbed, reimbursed
[Chorus: The Thought]
Where the moon can't shine through the clouds of haze
And the youth get fried like a Funnel Cake
Find the booze half-price and the truth decayed
Lenses end the tunnel, lemme chew grenades
Where the moon can't shine through the clouds of haze
Youth get fried like a Funnel Cake
Find the booze half-price and the truth decayed
Lenses end the tunnel, lemme chew grenades
[Verse: Marcus Lee]
Chillin' with the homies and I got the Jamey on me
I turn into an Oni when I'm drinking 'til the morning
We break out Tekken 7, streak get to 7
With the sticks I am Devil Jin, they cannot get on me
That's how I'll tell it anyway, to the victor go the spoils, baby!
So it's shot after shot for your boy, today
I'm just trying to enjoy the day
Oh shit, It's getting late, it's time to dip
4AM on my way home from Frank's house
Drop this guy off, I'm feeling sauced, but I can make it now
Make it down to Towne, I'm on the freeway, I'm homebound
'Til I see some flashing lights, I know where I'm going now
Guess that I'll pull over now, I am off my exit, I can see the street
I need to take to get home 'cause it's late and I just need some sleep
I even plead, "Please, Officer Tellerman, we can meet
A middle ground, I will never live this down, you cannot take my peace!"
Fuck
Where the moon can't shine through the clouds of haze
And the youth get fried like a Funnel Cake
Find the booze half-price and the truth decayed
Lenses end the tunnel, lemme chew grenades
[Verse: The Thought]
Trenched into a huddle, any crew displays
Benched until the pummel, went the rudest way
Fencing what they muscle from the weakest they encounter
'Cause the man that want no trouble gets devoured
If you a coward, overshadowed by the powers that be
Scour earth for your difference from the cattle we eat
Know your worth, no forgiveness for the rattled deceit
That's church, got the Skinny Pete of business degrees
Who looks delicious to me? The vicious kid on the corner?
Man with lawyer's ambitions that's sweaty gripping his quarters
He so suspicious of the horrors that heard from reporters
That he slipped and tripped a border with the look of informers
Someone should warn him that he's walking to torture
But no one could be bothered to offer a word
Guess we ready to mourn him, got the talking-points brokered
If he dies he'll be honored, if he's robbed, reimbursed
[Chorus: The Thought]
Where the moon can't shine through the clouds of haze
And the youth get fried like a Funnel Cake
Find the booze half-price and the truth decayed
Lenses end the tunnel, lemme chew grenades
Where the moon can't shine through the clouds of haze
Youth get fried like a Funnel Cake
Find the booze half-price and the truth decayed
Lenses end the tunnel, lemme chew grenades
[Verse: Marcus Lee]
Chillin' with the homies and I got the Jamey on me
I turn into an Oni when I'm drinking 'til the morning
We break out Tekken 7, streak get to 7
With the sticks I am Devil Jin, they cannot get on me
That's how I'll tell it anyway, to the victor go the spoils, baby!
So it's shot after shot for your boy, today
I'm just trying to enjoy the day
Oh shit, It's getting late, it's time to dip
4AM on my way home from Frank's house
Drop this guy off, I'm feeling sauced, but I can make it now
Make it down to Towne, I'm on the freeway, I'm homebound
'Til I see some flashing lights, I know where I'm going now
Guess that I'll pull over now, I am off my exit, I can see the street
I need to take to get home 'cause it's late and I just need some sleep
I even plead, "Please, Officer Tellerman, we can meet
A middle ground, I will never live this down, you cannot take my peace!"
Fuck
( The Thought )
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