Airospace
The Making of A Black Hole
[Intro]
B.Young
[?]
Brr
Yeah (Yeah, yeah)
[Verse]
I see death in fifty-six shades of gray
Talkin' to my conscience, present the offer then let ’em stay
Lie to all my friends, that shit gone I fuck with anyway
Never understand what my shadow averages everyday, n***a
My old chick found out some old shit that's still in the picture
Burned out the negatives, the sentiments are bound to be scripted
Only fuckin' on a n***a ’cause them sinners be gifted
Different strokes, Professor Oak, now she rely on assistance
To give a shit, my n***a split, you [?] of a n***a
But then the shifts that this was it and took the road of persistence
Too many pills, my kidneys failed, it's just a drug with prescription
Dapped up my mans, passed off the hands, now I got lungs in my liquor
A solid month, I do enough and I got char for a liver
The opposition provides competition not a resistance
My composition is concocted with a shot of decision
I've sent the rocks to ever clear the shot that docks in your vision
Call up the shorty on the line, she's been aching for this shit
Take my time but never mind, the heart finds home in the distance
So they on hold when they call my phone to receipt some interest
There's some mud, I lie in blood, a life made love to my [?]
A lion cub, I seen enough, I gave my heart to the witches
You finding love when you give up and just give in as you listen
The waves are crashing, thoughts won't clash and I won't pass you don't see them
Find out my past is just a path that’s walkin’ past my own freedom
Run in your spot, duckin' the cops, I did lot in my infant
Lying for [?] shitty I got [?] for what I did
A penny a thought, many, a lot, I put a block on new women
Don’t wanna talk, too much to start, I got a flood in my engine