paroles de chanson Trials and Tribulations - BlindBoi

I'm fighting some demons all night, that's insomnia
Dealing some drugs, shooting guns with the mafia
Noose around his throat, no O2 it's hypoxia
Tag in his toe, he ain't know the criteria
My heart's so cold, that I think it's from Siberia
Gun it's so silent, it's like a librarian
Rip through his skin, like a savage barbarian
Think I won't shoot, I ain't never been scared of him

That's my anger issues coming out (out, out, out)
Think you should just go and watch your mouth (mouth, mouth, mouth)
Just takes one shot, there ain't even no doubt (doubt, doubt, doubt)
That's all it takes, then shit just starts to go south (south)

Actually shit hits the fan, my wheels gonna spin
I'm under your skin, the ice getting thin
Got caught slipping once, I can't do it again
I'm toting some guns, watching you and your friends

These checks stacking up, all this money I'll spend
Your skull getting crushed, and your life it's gon' end
Your brain like a smoothie, it's getting the blend
Talking bout' a blender, shove you in ain't no surrender
Need more drugs cause I'm the vendor
Moving pack it's mid September, standing on a corner in a tee
He tossed me $25, throw him his bag of broccoli
This boy been playing with his life, said he bout to go get steamed
Told him stay safe went to leave (oh no no)
Didn't think he'd be the thief (nah nah)
That would try to take my life (pop, pop, pop)
Tried to go hop in my ride

I've withstood my Trials and Tribulations
Never quit, I'm innovating
All the drugs they stimulating, all of my creations
Flying over like some ravens
Want the money, fuck the maidens
They don't even got no patients
I'll hold on, I'll keep them waiting

You been talking nothing but crow (crow)
I'm saying you speaking cap (yuh, yuh, yuh)
You gon' need more than a tow (ha ha)
After we race, boy you getting gapped

Your body wrapped, it's in a bag, your toe got tagged
The plans intact, I want my cash (cha-ching), count it exact
I'll get my money that's a fact, don't screw me over it's a wrap
But not for me, I'll whip the Rover bust some caps

I'm on a spree, you in the ground
You like a gofer, can't you see (you can't see)
I'll step on you like a loafer
You on some feet, but not on fleek
Your blood gon' leak, your life look bleak
I'm shooting threes, I'm on a spree
You ain't stopping me, I can not be stopped no
Your never topping me, and I am on the top (woah, woah woah)
(woah)