It's a shoot out like Waco
Arming up for a siege
I'm parading down Pecos
Like who want it with me
While you put faith in NATO
They gon' come for they green
I'm like who got a capo?
Cuz they want it in Gs, Like god damn
This is how we be feeling
Cornered by the feds, capital is appealing
Hit the cornfield for a cent, what a life for a boy
New totalitarians got us a new toy
Got a loosely woven orange puppet cycling back
Gotta use the token or the bus is siphoning gas
If I owe you it's nothin, if you owe then it's a wrap
If the homies is bluffing then there's only one way to act
God damn
This is how we be feeling
Ain't Nowhere to hide in this world that we live in
Work a 9-5 or you die in a prison
It's wild homie
It's why I always keep that 9 on me
They're trying to profile on me
No, I ain't got no time for it
Guess I'm loco
ADHD
Hundred things up in dome so
Now I'm pacing
Partner done moved up to foco'
Says he waiting on me
Light up like it's po-po
It's a daydream
Man I wish that I could focus
All my dough spent
I don't know if it's dosage
Or the notion
That I'm suppose to be resorting
To the dorms in
Universities and courses
And f*cking more shit
Or if it's the orifice on my face really filling in the blanks
Ochoa with the blocks, bitch hold up with the fake
Quota is god, and an office is a cage
So just hop in a coffin and just sign away your fate
It's wild homie
It's why I always keep that 9 on me
They're trying to profile on me
No, I ain't got no time for it
Erik Giovani - Wild Lyrics
Erik Giovani - Wild Lyrics
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It's a shoot out like Waco
Arming up for a siege
I'm parading down Pecos
Like who want it with me
While you put faith in NATO
They gon' come for they green
I'm like who got a capo?
Cuz they want it in Gs, Like god damn
This is how we be feeling
Cornered by the feds, capital is appealing
Hit the cornfield for a cent, what a life for a boy
New totalitarians got us a new toy
Got a loosely woven orange puppet cycling back
Gotta use the token or the bus is siphoning gas
If I owe you it's nothin, if you owe then it's a wrap
If the homies is bluffing then there's only one way to act
God damn
This is how we be feeling
Ain't Nowhere to hide in this world that we live in
Work a 9-5 or you die in a prison
It's wild homie
It's why I always keep that 9 on me
They're trying to profile on me
No, I ain't got no time for it
Guess I'm loco
ADHD
Hundred things up in dome so
Now I'm pacing
Partner done moved up to foco'
Says he waiting on me
Light up like it's po-po
It's a daydream
Man I wish that I could focus
All my dough spent
I don't know if it's dosage
Or the notion
That I'm suppose to be resorting
To the dorms in
Universities and courses
And f*cking more shit
Or if it's the orifice on my face really filling in the blanks
Ochoa with the blocks, bitch hold up with the fake
Quota is god, and an office is a cage
So just hop in a coffin and just sign away your fate
It's wild homie
It's why I always keep that 9 on me
They're trying to profile on me
No, I ain't got no time for it
Arming up for a siege
I'm parading down Pecos
Like who want it with me
While you put faith in NATO
They gon' come for they green
I'm like who got a capo?
Cuz they want it in Gs, Like god damn
This is how we be feeling
Cornered by the feds, capital is appealing
Hit the cornfield for a cent, what a life for a boy
New totalitarians got us a new toy
Got a loosely woven orange puppet cycling back
Gotta use the token or the bus is siphoning gas
If I owe you it's nothin, if you owe then it's a wrap
If the homies is bluffing then there's only one way to act
God damn
This is how we be feeling
Ain't Nowhere to hide in this world that we live in
Work a 9-5 or you die in a prison
It's wild homie
It's why I always keep that 9 on me
They're trying to profile on me
No, I ain't got no time for it
Guess I'm loco
ADHD
Hundred things up in dome so
Now I'm pacing
Partner done moved up to foco'
Says he waiting on me
Light up like it's po-po
It's a daydream
Man I wish that I could focus
All my dough spent
I don't know if it's dosage
Or the notion
That I'm suppose to be resorting
To the dorms in
Universities and courses
And f*cking more shit
Or if it's the orifice on my face really filling in the blanks
Ochoa with the blocks, bitch hold up with the fake
Quota is god, and an office is a cage
So just hop in a coffin and just sign away your fate
It's wild homie
It's why I always keep that 9 on me
They're trying to profile on me
No, I ain't got no time for it
Writer: Erik Garcia
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