Fried Till I Die Is A Free EP, Engineered, Mixed And Mastered By Lampman Himself. Project Is Full Of Drugs. Good Drugs.
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lyrics
always think with your heart, dont listen to your head
cause your head is your concious, your concious hasn't bled
your heart holds keys, your heart has answer
so dont question if your perfect theres no use to damper
youll learn to forgive, learn to make peace
and when that day comes,my brother beee freee
my broher be free
its my bros birthday he turned 27,
at the cross with cross joints send that kush to heaven
poured a shot and drank a shot, send a prayer and this message
he aint never getting busted, fuck a case and sentance
dont plead a prayers for us, cause if our ship gon sink,
swam with sharks our whole life, so well reach to shore
wont believe us when we do it, theyll rub there eyes and blink
thoughtchud never make it back, bitch we weathered the storm
he looked at me laugh, like shit what did yea know
ive been hustling half my life, that’s decades of dope
it’s a roller coaster ride, strapped for you roll
parts are fun, parts are scary, theres highs and there lows
theres loops, drops, gotta kno to ride the curve
and when to get off that damn ride for we all get burned
this aint no wonderland, real life, like big brother
only cameras like around watch the safe and the butter
we used to make kraft dinner, no milk and no butter
taught me to fight, to piss, this one for my big brother
we could see em from the window, stupid undercovers
10 packs in garbage bags stashed that shit up in the dumpster
this is for mckay
this for them hard days
andre knockin for a 20 of the hard brey
fighting bob whiskey drunk, lipping off today
partying for 5 days with no damn sleep
bleaching blood out our clothes for the cops knock
throwin weapons in the field once they got rocked
fucking bitches in the stairs getting straight top
keepin the es and the blow in the storeage lock
scraps up in the back lot, heating out the trap spot
rolling up for beef 20 deep, with my mask off
pill game I was playing, plus the m and k dust
earning gems off my phone some like candy crush
delli in the green truck, marley with a black eye
need it then youd cop from us, they aint gotta ask twice
living in that trailor, no power just a flashlight
kettled boiling just to shower, couldn’t even bath right
momma cleaning all them rooms, hotel living fast life
ducking from her crazy dad, a semi rough past life
but we gon make it out, brother we gon make It out
this a track ill never drop, hope youll just hear me out
you ever need a bit of back, ill come and clear it out
i wonder where wed both be but I resteared the route
a lot shit we got to do, was killer lifestyle
but right now
I look at that like petty shit
until you getting free birds on some petty shit
and until im hall of fame status on some lemmy shit
then 110 all percent, is what we gotta give
so lets just bite down, and get hyped up
kick a door, collect some cash for the nights done
whats the right some,
whats a real flip
time to work, overtime, that’s real shit
BLOODS THICKER THEN WATER, YOU BLEED, HOW I I BLEED
TIMES THEY GET HARDER, ILL BREATHE HOW YOU BREATHE
TRUST - ISN’T A PART OF…….THE ROOT IT’S THE SEED
ILL ALWAYS KEEP IT REAL WITH YOU BECAUSE YOU KEEP IT REAL WITH ME
credits
from Fried Till I Die,
released October 13, 2017
Artwork: Flick On Media
Engineer: Lampman
Mixed & Mastered: Lampman
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