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Gargoyle Video (MV)




Performed By: Blue November
Language: English
Length: 2:23
Written by: Andy De Leon




Blue November - Gargoyle Lyrics




Hunnid day grind, 40 days on my feet I couldn't sleep, bonswa
Hacking demons to the bone no mas
Threw a snake out the cockpit, nah they couldn't stop shit
That was in the past, present, niggas done surpassed it
Happy with a 40 and a shorty with a accent
Every line worth a acre, anything less nah you couldn't take em'
What I profess make a fake nigga face break up
What imma sign if I don't sign for a future
If I don't, push my face into a ruger
Ruthless, do this shit for mi hermanos
Better to wait then rush knowing you ain't got the bravado
Virgin Mary on my neck to repel the flesh
In the gym hitting reps hun-50 press
Catch me in the mix no tape and a deck
Smoke break in effect, send six to your neck
They don't got me like I got them
Flocking to that money when I caught wind
Wingspan bout' as long as stork, stick gold on my corpse
Rot still in a Porsche
Mock whips in my vision of resort
Lock tips cause they only tryna listen when I force it
How could I fold when my bones so froze
And my tears form icebergs bet that imma floss it
(Bet!)
Counting bread like a gargoyle, stoned to the head tryna watch soil
F*ck nigga I will not employ you
Got love for the ones who loyal, we royal

Hella work to be done, I got lost in a day
You gotta take time for you, you gotta take time to pray
It's hella work to be done, I got lost in a day
You gotta take time for you, you gotta take time to pray
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Hunnid day grind, 40 days on my feet I couldn't sleep, bonswa
Hacking demons to the bone no mas
Threw a snake out the cockpit, nah they couldn't stop shit
That was in the past, present, niggas done surpassed it
Happy with a 40 and a shorty with a accent
Every line worth a acre, anything less nah you couldn't take em'
What I profess make a fake nigga face break up
What imma sign if I don't sign for a future
If I don't, push my face into a ruger
Ruthless, do this shit for mi hermanos
Better to wait then rush knowing you ain't got the bravado
Virgin Mary on my neck to repel the flesh
In the gym hitting reps hun-50 press
Catch me in the mix no tape and a deck
Smoke break in effect, send six to your neck
They don't got me like I got them
Flocking to that money when I caught wind
Wingspan bout' as long as stork, stick gold on my corpse
Rot still in a Porsche
Mock whips in my vision of resort
Lock tips cause they only tryna listen when I force it
How could I fold when my bones so froze
And my tears form icebergs bet that imma floss it
(Bet!)
Counting bread like a gargoyle, stoned to the head tryna watch soil
F*ck nigga I will not employ you
Got love for the ones who loyal, we royal

Hella work to be done, I got lost in a day
You gotta take time for you, you gotta take time to pray
It's hella work to be done, I got lost in a day
You gotta take time for you, you gotta take time to pray
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Writer: Andy De Leon
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