gas leak Songtext
von billy woods
gas leak Songtext
Don′t wanna be the one to say it
No Christmas this Christmas, kitchen frigid
Space heater in the room, Chinese delivered
Watched the Knicks, every shot missed
Like airplane bottles out mini-fridges
I washed dishes, I'm an isthmus
My arm′s length is quite the distance
Once distant future now day-to-day existence
My ex-wife is my mistress
Your woman on a pedestal but this Ruby Ridge shit
Put your life on a grid, let niggas see how you did
Look close kids, you can see where a nigga just barely slid in
Under a microscope, it's clear somethin' had to give
Words glib, dress ′em up, put ′em on the track to see what you can get
Versy turnin' tricks, pacin′ the telly sick
Still took the money, I'm a piece of shit
Prodigal, blew the gift, it was a hell of a trip
But I′m back, rap with ya lapels in my fists
They jacked ya style, stripped it for parts
Woulda copped the carburetor, but ya man's wanted two large
Road to the riches lookin′ like Empire Boulevard
Black cop, inna the hour of chaos, took the day off
Summoned the ancestors with crack rock at the séance
Landrace sativas from the banks of the Mekong
Face like Madiba at Lilies leaf Farm
TSA swab my palms
Grapefruit notes, with the tarragon
Obama incense, ten percent the proceeds go to Farrakhan
It's the long con, long rifle, get the damn kids off the lawn
Tryna stop time, Taliban, tryna stop time like a movie bomb
DA on my Android party-line like I run Iran
Get out a pen
It doesn't seem like they are thinking very far ahead in terms of their own interest
And he says, "Are you kidding?"
You know, these people are looking at quarterly reports
And if they′re in the red for two quarters, they′re out
But basically, they're looking at very short term profits
Of their corporations, in competition with other corporations
Their job is to get that next quarterly report into the black and their shares up
No Christmas this Christmas, kitchen frigid
Space heater in the room, Chinese delivered
Watched the Knicks, every shot missed
Like airplane bottles out mini-fridges
I washed dishes, I'm an isthmus
My arm′s length is quite the distance
Once distant future now day-to-day existence
My ex-wife is my mistress
Your woman on a pedestal but this Ruby Ridge shit
Put your life on a grid, let niggas see how you did
Look close kids, you can see where a nigga just barely slid in
Under a microscope, it's clear somethin' had to give
Words glib, dress ′em up, put ′em on the track to see what you can get
Versy turnin' tricks, pacin′ the telly sick
Still took the money, I'm a piece of shit
Prodigal, blew the gift, it was a hell of a trip
But I′m back, rap with ya lapels in my fists
They jacked ya style, stripped it for parts
Woulda copped the carburetor, but ya man's wanted two large
Road to the riches lookin′ like Empire Boulevard
Black cop, inna the hour of chaos, took the day off
Summoned the ancestors with crack rock at the séance
Landrace sativas from the banks of the Mekong
Face like Madiba at Lilies leaf Farm
TSA swab my palms
Grapefruit notes, with the tarragon
Obama incense, ten percent the proceeds go to Farrakhan
It's the long con, long rifle, get the damn kids off the lawn
Tryna stop time, Taliban, tryna stop time like a movie bomb
DA on my Android party-line like I run Iran
Get out a pen
It doesn't seem like they are thinking very far ahead in terms of their own interest
And he says, "Are you kidding?"
You know, these people are looking at quarterly reports
And if they′re in the red for two quarters, they′re out
But basically, they're looking at very short term profits
Of their corporations, in competition with other corporations
Their job is to get that next quarterly report into the black and their shares up
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