Yo I'm in the Benz lamping, traveled back from Emerald City
Graded 80 slabs, on sight. Rhyme over French samples
The art collector, catch endorsements from galleries
Architecture's Art Deco with Victorian accents
Hit up Comic-Con in Cali, catching flights out west
Rap in closed caption. My life's footage was shot on VHS
Blue labels, slanging outta state on late nights
I'm laid up with what's her name
That bitch that came here wit Katie
Snortin' Ava Gardener Count Yorga
Shot tapes on beta, straight up cos-players
Ate the lingerie off Magdalena
In the graveyard. Launder cash thru loopholes
It's Noodles, now Howling at the moon amongst the tombstones
Still slinging vintage, I get back to dealing at the Mohegan
Yo after dark like, "listen bitch, it's just me again"
Dead-alive, slaughter high
Got bad thoughts in my head
The cost of living's death
In cemeteries, talk with the dead
Never switched up my camp
Or changed the brand that rep
Fly that Ralph Lauren flag to the end
It's still Regime of all things
Dead-alive, slaughter high
Got bad thoughts in my head
The cost of living's death
In cemeteries, talk with the dead
Side bettin' wit devils
Chasing white rabbits again
Put razor blades under tongues
Bleedin' candy apple red
Yo my pops didn't rock a condom f*cked my moms raw and rough
Then busted in her, nine months later, yo, I came in this world hustlin'
My f*ckin' lawyers better know to put bail in the budget
Cuz straight up, son. If you ain't making me no money then f*ck you
Quarantined up, cabin fever, came thru the back door
1980s, slasher rap, splash blood on the dance floor
Mad raw, snorting, shot a fair one at Encore
Bathroom lines too long I take a piss off the roof at SkyBar
Tr38cho - Candy Apple Red (feat. Noodles) Lyrics
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Yo I'm in the Benz lamping, traveled back from Emerald City
Graded 80 slabs, on sight. Rhyme over French samples
The art collector, catch endorsements from galleries
Architecture's Art Deco with Victorian accents
Hit up Comic-Con in Cali, catching flights out west
Rap in closed caption. My life's footage was shot on VHS
Blue labels, slanging outta state on late nights
I'm laid up with what's her name
That bitch that came here wit Katie
Snortin' Ava Gardener Count Yorga
Shot tapes on beta, straight up cos-players
Ate the lingerie off Magdalena
In the graveyard. Launder cash thru loopholes
It's Noodles, now Howling at the moon amongst the tombstones
Still slinging vintage, I get back to dealing at the Mohegan
Yo after dark like, "listen bitch, it's just me again"
Dead-alive, slaughter high
Got bad thoughts in my head
The cost of living's death
In cemeteries, talk with the dead
Never switched up my camp
Or changed the brand that rep
Fly that Ralph Lauren flag to the end
It's still Regime of all things
Dead-alive, slaughter high
Got bad thoughts in my head
The cost of living's death
In cemeteries, talk with the dead
Side bettin' wit devils
Chasing white rabbits again
Put razor blades under tongues
Bleedin' candy apple red
Yo my pops didn't rock a condom f*cked my moms raw and rough
Then busted in her, nine months later, yo, I came in this world hustlin'
My f*ckin' lawyers better know to put bail in the budget
Cuz straight up, son. If you ain't making me no money then f*ck you
Quarantined up, cabin fever, came thru the back door
1980s, slasher rap, splash blood on the dance floor
Mad raw, snorting, shot a fair one at Encore
Bathroom lines too long I take a piss off the roof at SkyBar
Graded 80 slabs, on sight. Rhyme over French samples
The art collector, catch endorsements from galleries
Architecture's Art Deco with Victorian accents
Hit up Comic-Con in Cali, catching flights out west
Rap in closed caption. My life's footage was shot on VHS
Blue labels, slanging outta state on late nights
I'm laid up with what's her name
That bitch that came here wit Katie
Snortin' Ava Gardener Count Yorga
Shot tapes on beta, straight up cos-players
Ate the lingerie off Magdalena
In the graveyard. Launder cash thru loopholes
It's Noodles, now Howling at the moon amongst the tombstones
Still slinging vintage, I get back to dealing at the Mohegan
Yo after dark like, "listen bitch, it's just me again"
Dead-alive, slaughter high
Got bad thoughts in my head
The cost of living's death
In cemeteries, talk with the dead
Never switched up my camp
Or changed the brand that rep
Fly that Ralph Lauren flag to the end
It's still Regime of all things
Dead-alive, slaughter high
Got bad thoughts in my head
The cost of living's death
In cemeteries, talk with the dead
Side bettin' wit devils
Chasing white rabbits again
Put razor blades under tongues
Bleedin' candy apple red
Yo my pops didn't rock a condom f*cked my moms raw and rough
Then busted in her, nine months later, yo, I came in this world hustlin'
My f*ckin' lawyers better know to put bail in the budget
Cuz straight up, son. If you ain't making me no money then f*ck you
Quarantined up, cabin fever, came thru the back door
1980s, slasher rap, splash blood on the dance floor
Mad raw, snorting, shot a fair one at Encore
Bathroom lines too long I take a piss off the roof at SkyBar
Writer: David Ryback, Willie Marsh
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid