Crome

Crome - Loft Thoughts lyrics

rate me

Oh, heart colded December

In love white all the nice that I'll never remember

All the booze ..got me spelling the truth

No space for the face, so I bought me a coup

They try to tell me I was tripping and untie my shoes

Feeling like a nigger fool, so pass me a shoe

Quit games.. just .. at my shoes

Like the opposite of false, this nigger is the truth

And I ain't talking about a nigger, I give you the proof

Shit, I'm in the cloud with green in my eyes

Forty shits of... it's not a disguise

You wrong with no song, it's nothing to pride

Any nigger always good like I'm stuck in my pride

I'm a winner so I guess you gonna blow like the wind

..where to begin

You niggers know the feeling to berry your friends

Yeah, this happened over here

Living in the moment, facing all my...

When I'm snapping my fingers you're sick and disappear

I will show to you my hunger, I'll... through the tears

Don't you hate what people say, let's talk about it

And you're fine, uh, let's talk about it!

I was raised here, everything is speak less

So want a sign for me to speak, I feel speechless

And this is more, but this is something I will settle for

You niggers settle scores, I turn the score down

Blowing all this money, ..all down

Money, power, I respect it

The keys to life the ... gave you the message

My message in the bottle, I'm drinking all my sorrows

I'm scared... I might never seen tomorrow

And I ain't trying to leave ya...

..it's no leader and this nigger is so sick

He spitting out of fever

You niggers looking...

I'm so on, I don't relate to what the fuck is off

I'm so high of the floor, what the fuck is ground

Got the whole world looking like a fucking clown

all you really let niggers, fuck you clowns!

In a house... on a weekend

Rocking to the week-end

White chicks doing white chicks and they all doing white shit

My eye.. seeing all the priceless

Uh, yeah!

I must have made it momma

Seeing all the real shit, oh the real shit the people call real shit!

I must have made it momma

Seeing all the real shit, oh the real shit the people call real shit!

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