B.Hudson - All the Wild Horses Lyrics

Secrets don't make friends, they make lovers
This shit way too hot to just buffer
Baby I don't putter around I lay rubber
And drop bombs before they got time to take cover
Infectious, Jen for breakfast
When you ain't around me I'm thinking bout the next hit
Plan ya exit
Let the excavation begin I can't help but feel next up
Nobody like it, don't give a f*ck we can't hide it no more
They pray on our demise but we just thrivin despite it
Too many wrongs to right it tired I'm just prying my eyelids
It probably doesn't help I'm higher in the sky than a pilot
It probably doesn't help I don't go with the current I fight it
I'll never be the type of mothaf*cka who sit in silence
They wanna push us like a tyrant till the insight a riot
And glamorize all of this shit until they decide to try it don't buy it
All the wild horses
They got all of the dirt but no sources
Same veins where the same lie courses
Same glass house disguised like a fortress
Push harder especially when it seem torturous
Move smarter especially when it seems all great
Sometimes what feel like love is really all hate
The devil a mastermind and don't you forget it
All these mothaf*ckas is asinine ain't no true religion
All these mothaf*ckas is back in my scope
Never get back into dope
Bulletproof glass on these bitches so they can't shatter the hope
Got my back on the wall I know what to do
I don't known a couple of the we mothaf*ckin suckas who
Thought they had me on the rope
They just got me on a roll
Put me in a perfect position for me to knock a hole through em
All the wild horses
They got all of the dirt but no sources
Same veins where the same lie courses
All the wild horses are cool when ya lonely
Well, they still cool but only
If you ride wit me then on everything holy
We gon start to take it slowly wit my pedal to the metal
I don't meddle in this shit
Swear to God I think I feel the devil when they sit
Swear to God I think I feel the kettle when it's lit
I don't think they understand it's levels to this shit
Somebody f*ckin make em hip
Somebody make these mothaf*ckas get it
They poured gas on they self and then they never lit it
They gon tempt you with that glitter
But it's gold you lookin for so reconsider
Never let these mothaf*ckas take a way ya vigor
Always know you got it forget how to be a quitter
Remember you the only one affected when you feelin bitter
Remember all these sorry mothaf*ckas just a bunch a skippers
Giddy up, take em for everything and divvy up
All the wild horses
They got all of the dirt but no sources
Same veins where the same lie courses
It's been a long road
It's been a long time comin break strong holds
Tear doors down
F*ck doors up, have stare downs
They got all of the dirt now let it air out
Let me tell you mothaf*ckas something
This is something special mothaf*cka comin out triumphant, un-encumbered
And don't bother comin unless the numbers right
And baby I don't want ya word I wan it on ya f*ckin life
I made all this f*ckin magic I'm Houdini
And you know I see you see me
I can't wait to tell you know when you know that I know you need me
Bitch I'm one mothaf*cka they can't break
And my how I've grown mothaf*cka the stakes ain't the same no
Who said life ain't sunshine and rainbows
Who said ya can't have horns and a halo