paroles de chanson Phil Coulson (VN from My Sub-Conscious) - Orakill

Tell my ex I've been think bout the head
Bout the image of her body on my bed
But I know she got my name down in the red
Man it's dead

But I move like Phil Coulson
It don't even matter if you tear my heart open
You gonna still find me standing
Might be always high but got the grip when I'm landing
Find us at the gallows with your...
We're just hanging
All about the peace and the love but we ganging
The streets bring the backing
Some seen it from the jump
If it's Mabulala then that shit is gonna bump
Some might argue that the boys we're birthed into funk
Hide the shit you don't want on your person in the trunk
Hope the feds fall for the front
Sharpening my skills I'm always chopping up a blunt
Somewhere in the hills bringing the feeling that they want
Never listened to the niggahs told us that we can't
We're the cog that's in the tool and we were made to play the part

Tell my ex i've been think bout the head
Bout the image of her body on my bed
But I know she got my name down in the red
Man it's dead

It's finito
Thought that it would cost more but I'm moving like a G tho
Almost fell into my ways again
But the lesson learned the realest of the medicine
So ima keep it elegant
Keep true to my element
Think you might be chuffed because I use you as a reference
So shawty can I get a top up
Lately I been thinking bout the way you used to slop up
Turning down potentials
Holding out for the essentials
In the mean time shawty really there ain't nothing there to stop us
Maybe just a little of pride
If you're down then in the moment we could choose to let it slide
Think of how we used to make it glide
Coz that body is a body that I've mastered as a guide

Tell my ex i've been think bout the head
Bout the image of her body on my bed
But I know she got my name down in the red
Man it's dead