Lyrics Subliminal Messages 2 - Iayze

(You should probably go, it's getting late)
(Cullen, Cullen)

Don't wanna say it
I'm getting it, I ain't playing, baby
She know she dealing with Satan
She ain't had faith, but I made it
Drugs got me slow like I'm in the Matrix
Chasing me, I could escape it, baby
Chasing me, you don't even know I skate it
What do you want now?
Hollow round hit at his head, make him sit down (Yeah)
Vacuum seal, boy, send the shit out
We hit that block get to sprayin'
I don't want her, face it
I ran it up, made it
Third eye open like a Mason, baby
Third eye open like a motherfucking Mason
Third eye open like a Mason, baby

Why this nigga think I'm playing?
In the AMG rolling, baby
Never ever had to fake it
New money came in, baby
Do you want you in a new Mercedes?
Do you want you in a-, uh
Do you want you in a-, uh
Do you want you in a-
I might just go smoke it myself
Lil' bro sent shit straight to hell
Lil' bro sent shit straight to- (Hell)
Lil' bro sent shit straight to- (Hell)
I pop a Xan, it strengthens
She fell in love, she tastes it
Xan, fell in love with the taste
She fell in love, get naked

Don't wanna say it
I'm getting it, I ain't playing, baby
She know she dealing with Satan
She ain't had faith, but I made it
Drugs got me slow like I'm in the Matrix
Chasing me, I could escape it, baby
Chasing me, you don't even know I skate it
What do you want now?
Hollow round hit at his head, make him sit down (Yeah)
Vacuum seal, boy, send the shit out
We hit that block get to sprayin'
I don't want her, face it
I ran it up, made it
Third eye open like a Mason, baby
Third eye open like a motherfucking Mason