Текст песни Void (feat. Leonardo Safari & Fortebowie) - ForteBowie , Denzel Curry

In my room, staring and tripping look at the tv that's adult swim
dripping the lick from the LSD lucid i'm dreaming on broader perspectives
chiefing forever smoked out with Ciara right on 37 the hottest of weathers
November the 4th to November the 6th
on memory lane as my mind reminisce on my dawgs
why'd she have to go the wrong way
Yung Grease all up in this with the fucking gun play
no MMG's just a RIP
on the story bout the being, yellow tape at the scene
lead bullets to your jaw, Martin Luther King
she was only 18 got hit with 13
be careful where you go cos niggas is lurking
all night-polter-geist-ghost
tell me who i can approach
having my dawgs tryna get inside my head
as i wonder how Rodney King might stay afloat
coast, death, gone of the shroom pack
joints stay fat like Joe
have a squad terror at your door
pour shit, head in the dead zone
i'm in that void
tell me who fucking with the void, back down 'fore a nigga get destroyed
i'm in that void
tell me who fucking with the boy, talk shit but you wear corduroys
i'm in that void
niggas won't ride by side, take you out any moment you fried
i'm in that void
nigga gotta grab my nine, on a nigga fucked up my vibe
i'm in that void
why these motherfuckers tryna plot
crackers be acting green like that nigga Roger Klotz
when there' no evidence cos blacks irrelevent
better scrape up the world into a celibate
criminal element where a revolutionatist is a rebel
a con artist with common sense is a nigga
based on the skin, not ignorance is a bitch
obligated to suck a dick
maybe not
Carol City Porters stay hot
eleven shooters caught up inside a weed head shot
taking photo, ended up in limo, oh no
bringing out the glock like Frodo
Gollum destroying the land like Sodum, Gomorrah
of eight twenty six i present you South Florida
what i see, clear as visine
my brother ended up in the crime scene
cops are the only ones on the crime spree
Carol suck my brother untimely
tryna get a little face so niggas try me
so i'm coming at their scalp like apache
indians in the biz down the 32 ave
god damn niggas causing aftermath
what the fuck you know, i build destroy
motherfuckers can't feel, that
i'm in that void
tell me who fucking with the void, back down 'fore a nigga get destroyed
i'm in that void
tell me who fucking with the boy, talk shit but you wear corduroys
i'm in that void
niggas won't ride by side, take you out any moment you fried
i'm in that void
nigga gotta grab my nine, on a nigga fucked up my vibe
i'm in that void
is it time to be going
a gotta slide shit be throning
i'm out of time and i'm choking
good guys be lying ain't no slowing
this ain't no joking
oh uh oh
people text me 'fore they know just who you are
there's no time to waste i'm tryna make it far
heard this makes the clouds
bitch we making them sounds
search and finna go down
yeah yeah yeah yeah...
(guitar solo)