Текст песни Shadows on Hoevary Place (feat. Laudable) - Orakill

Claim you're real but where you at though
I been on a heavy bender in November
Got a spring up in my step to tear the streets up with the vandals
And it's only uber black where we might fiddle in the back
Coz shawty special she ain't dealing with the casual
Should of seen the setup
Shit I should of read the manual
Need to get a grip because I went and broke the handle
Walking in the darkness and you know I'm not afraid to let it rip
Because whole time I'm well acquainted with the shadows

And we met up at the gallows
And we both hardly escaped we might of seen too many battles
Might be steady cooking up the finest cadence
So the police steady knocking like a gavel
They stay sleeping on the distance that we're capable of making the vibration fucken travel
So we said fuck it let's go show them
Coz the team beyond the cappers that be all about the babble

Claim you're real but where you at though
I been on a heavy bender in November
Got a spring up in my step to tear the streets up with the vandals
And it's only uber black where we might fiddle in the back
Coz shawty special she ain't dealing with the casual
Should of seen the setup
Shit I should of read the manual
Need to get a grip because I went and broke the handle
Walking in the darkness and you know I'm not afraid to let it rip
Because whole time I'm well acquainted with the shadows

Yeah I is
Off on one like KRS
All I'm allowed to tell you at this point is if I say anything more I'm dead
It's come to a place in my life where I have to face up and pay for all my sin
If I get enough to buy a new chain I probably should spend it on a therapist
But I probably won't
Not until it's too late and that's probably close
Put myself in positions that no one around me would ever go
I take it there
Take the front then I take the rear
Just to take the heir
Hand making paper maps so all my exes can escape my head
Man that's a mother fucken bar
While we're on the topic of standards look at how far they mother fucking dropped nigga
And that's your mother fucken fault
Could be code for something else but I want numbers to the vault
Me and her just hit it off, and
Now we trying to get it on, I'm
Hypnotized by what I see
Everytime she takes it off
Wounded by the choice to leave, these
Vicious cycles never stop, I'm
Turning out to really be
Nothing like you thought I was
God's son but which God

They like
This hard yeah which part
I'm like
This pain or this art
Kaffah
Can't get a quick start
When the shadows around hope you ain't stalling
Top of the moon when they come calling
And the problem with you, I can't bother with you
Coz you always be high but you stay falling
Got a
Litre black in my hand
Weed addiction fuck up my bands
And depression fuck up my plans
But will I let up, never no chance
Shawty tell me that she wanna dance
Gotta think with more than what's in my pants
But I ain't the type that would pass the advance
Coz shawty a looker I knew that I'd simp from the very first glance