Oct 13, 2005 22:53
they call me high yellow for real
motherfuckers hate the way my script flip
but still them 808s kick bitch
so fuck the bullshit
i came to be heard
feel the dirt in the verbs real hurt in the words sprang in thirds put the game on the curb so yall could get served but
everyday its the same
yellow belly you scared
they tell me cowards my name
but i devoured that shame
swallowed it whole just to follow my goal paid my toll how many times i got to lay my soul in the middle of the road?
too much
thats why these two nuts couldnt give two fucks for your trust
fuck em
forward we roll
one by one marching toward the cliff
i watched them all fall in front of me
and they want to know whats my excuse