Homeboy Sandman - Hallways Out Now lyrics

rate me

(Verse)

I see dead people, they tell me keep the real stand, word up!

No responsibilities for actions, I switch and take a stabbin'

It's a turn off, strict by my turn-offs

Go tell em why I turn up, safe cuz I'm a good earner

So I ain't gotta keep the rabbit's foot swol up

I could write up all of those gospels

Only get around to that

If I don't take the time to act hostile

Fuck that whole Apollo crowd

Hope they all fucked up by Apollo Creed

Son got spaced out

Talk about Apollo Deep

No apologies, I'm Apollo G, waddup

Alias Zeus, I comped it from planets

That be allied with some alien troops

Varian tune, oh, that's enough of my Sumerian roots

Sumerian ruins

(Interlude)

All race is on now, what else I gotta say?

(Verse 2)

My peripheral vision is funny funny

Your eyes on the back of my head seein' for real, stop!

Stamps for all the planets on my passport

Got a sub system made of ashfold, keep it in my gym sport

Watch em teleport to send the court

Homie, I done been to court, to stream the court(?)

Weeks and months pass, but all I ever made is shy class for shy glass

Had to hit the street for my real Ed

Seven ounce deep before I slept in a real bed

Now I'm a marked man, but I'm a marksman

So I don't sweat it, y'all don't get it

I got a game plan, X's and O's for the whole kenneth

Phone tags your tag on a protagonist

O-Mag imagine us

Off to handle my business

(Interlude)

Maybe the new record is hallways, do yourself a favor

(Verse 3)

All my words are fighting words, violent like the viking swirls

Without the rake, all yo shit done caught me when I was outta shape

Now I got my heart rate lower, pall the bowers, I got flowers that pollinate

Hold the b, I'mma soak up on all the range (?)

This is not a game, iron in cheap coats

Order is the street clothes, order is a street meat

Freak shows, all them watch this street peep peak shows

Take y'all booze and meatloaf, blood in blood, I cruise and meek law

So now I'm bringin' out cheapskates

Showin' out, throwin' out keepsakes

For Pete's sake and Christ's sake

Told his fam vamp hunter with the higher stakes

The proud of the empire, the Dire Straits

(Interlude)

To, take y'all booze and meatloaf, blood in blood, I cruise and meek law?

Always!