Lyrics A Tent In Montana - Next Apollo

Hill Days
Working everyday to get my bills paid
Filthy
Always in the hills from the drill states
Field day
Always so surprised when you still sane
Guilty
Looking at the drills sergeants kill rate
Kill me
I hate what the Angel City gives me
Filthy
White tiles filled with blood cause they kill dreams
Filthy
Papa kids all acting like they build things
Filthy
On my momma never in the hills again

Cursed by these cities that could never do wrong
Til the social media shows the flaws then they gone
Always hating on each other, let the drop rates drop
And the cops always wrestle cause you known like the rock

On some Israel dreams, always tussle with god
Till hit with the beam, meeting Adam and Eva long
Stacking up the bread, pilin all of the logs
Till the new regime sees, kick you out of your box

That's why I'm chillin in Montona wit a tent on the plains
On em Snow covered hills, only dirt with no graves
Only heaters passin by when a train blowing steam
Only worrying bout you're homies when they close to old age

Little house on the prairie, what a wonderful dream
Never worried bout your people trying steal your dame
Never worried bout the sparks that would light up a flame
Zero cares about the things that would scare any mane

Most be looking for an end cause they live their life in misery
Go and check their history
Prescription be hitting beings
Antihistamine
Wonder why I hate the industry
Let it be
C'est la vie
Fuck the game like Jenaveve
Dropping back to back, I can't to move to work on Tenor things
Tentative to risk it, even tho i tend to better things
Send Jehovah witnesses just to witness my own bettering
Undefeated with the bullshit, move like fedor in the ring

Everybody want my mixing, but won't pay a jackson five
I can't take these fucking people, want everything for a dime
White em out my fucking life like we drew the scene of the crime
And leave the fucking scene, like I'm Jesus on the passion night

Instagram stories got me thinking my life boring
I'm not going thru a hardship, and I see that its annoying
Talkin bout all this success, you just sitting on your couch
While a Mexicano immigrant is picking out your sprouts

That's why I'm chillin in Montona in a tent on the plains
On these Snow covered hills, only dirt with no graves
Only heaters passin by when a train blowing steam
Only worrying bout you're homies when they close to old age

Little house on the prairie, what a wonderful dream
Never worried bout your people trying steal your dame
Never worried bout the sparks that would light up a flame
Zero cares about the things that would scare any mane