In a state of mind half-a-world away, split apart from day to day. The thought of switching grooves, a sudden swing of moods, Then somehow everything
Sundown, vision's blurry. The trains sway like sinking ships. There's something burning Brooklyn bound. Something's returning, burning down. Gun
a different side of the moonlight. I've been changing, sinking deep but wide awake for days. I need you, I've been changing, sinking deep, but wide
Disappeared, lost and jaded. Eyes heavy, straining. About time I made my way back home. This god-damned state is sinking. It's got its style but
I see you sitting there cold, all alone, depressive tones. So now, I gotta get back where you're from. I gotta get back where you're from. Shaken
Mother's love, cornered and shaking up. The sun, bright on such a violent day, See the blood on the shattered dinner plates. Six years old, frozen
So I guess that's why you're sleeping with the lights on. And I take it that you're crashing satellites. I'm assuming that you're undercover's open
Scared, angry thoughts surround my skull. Slickest clouds dropping down to the ocean floor. Now I can't even think straight. 12:08 a perfect day.
Cold, erie night? New York City. Been a lot of loose talking uptown. Something strange going down. I grab my coat and make way for the West Coast.
m troubled as I step outside On a painful dizzy night. I can feel the ground spinning and it shocks my skin. I can feel it shock my skin. Hard times cutting deep
my life kept silent, always feeling alone, Until I found love in a city that never loathes. Now it all maps out. Deep so vast but what's the worst
none, like sayin' no to niggas Hamiltonian's loneliness, so I hold my (Beams!) (Niggas!) I logged on to see a c-section, a gross display Sleep never, and Rolaids, deep
get from the back seat to the passenger We been creepin and sneakin Just to keep it from leakin We so deep in our freakin That we don't sleep on the
God unless no fear Big money, all the hoes, HD, I came so clear We jeweled out and we racked up, Phantom big when it back up Big Boy, look like a Mack
two deep Don't get your ass deep, don't get your ass deep. GROVE street, BLOOD we two deep Don't get your ass deep, don't get your ass deep. [Verse 1
as the big deal of death kills me and starts leaving everbody asks me how i'm doing i'm doing everything alone rave on children and try to sleep larks
gon take aim, or punch you in your mouth On a paper chase for that big bread, H.P.D. act like dick heads Cause they wanna know what we're smoking, and how much coedine in our big
(feat. Trae & Big Hawk) One deep until I die, so your help I refuse it [x4] [Trae:] I hear some haters want me dead, but I ain't never been a stranger