Song: Strange Thoughts
Artist:  GQ (Gallest)
Year: 2012
Viewed: 68 - Published at: 6 years ago

[Verse 1]


In this seat, cold feet at my door
Wondering if to go to sleep, but im worried bout the snore
I’m wondering if to eat, but im worried bout the poor
And if you’re counting on ya sheep, better know they're wolves galore
Bright minds, with blank stares, they need some decor
A bunch of antique pieces, with a need to restore
Just know that vanity keeps a nigga wanting for more
And the insanity will drive a nations people to war
Shorty bad but she in love wit that raw
Cocaine got her head stuck to the floor
Slow pain got her ALL fucked out and more
Money more problems, better keep your faith in the lord
I’m waiting on a day for there to be more
But still I’m working on a play to make the paper be sure
Snitch walking, that’s the street talking
On the boulevard of broken dreams cause you keep halting
Keep stopping, but the money keep clocking
And you know wherever cheese is rats will keep flocking
Im in my jay’s fuh the day opportunity comes knocking
And when im running it I won’t stop
So GOD please guide me down the right path, and keep away these hoes
Cause in the end karma's still the biggest bitch i know
Some niggas round me, gotto question what their motives are
Fake tears, cried today, gone tomorrow
[Verse 2]

So im back on track, back on my grizzy
If ya still local obviously, you int fucking wit me
Got a Polynesian chick, and she treating me terrific
So ahead of my time I should really live in the pacific
And She classy outside with a bad bitch in her
Don’t hate the chef just be mad at the dinner
Cause im standing on point, but big enough to play centre
So im really all you NEED if you looking for a winner
Ain't no fucking beginner
The boy you fucking wit keep making em hits, Fucking up sisters
Niggas stay on their toes, im hurting em like fucking blisters
I stay on my grind
That’s why the music and the business both stay on my mind
I stay on my shine, im cooking up a tape that’s refined
Im one of a kind, and working on a skill that’s divine
Im inclined to decline these offers that be coming in
Cause these digits ain’t the figures I should work wit
So God please guide me down the right path, and keep away these hoes
Cause in the end karma's still the biggest bitch i know
Some niggas round me, gotta question what their motives are
Fake tears, cried today, gone tomorrow

( GQ (Gallest) )
www.ChordsAZ.com

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