PaulyPiff - Hideout (feat. Beamon)
Faded so, don't fuck wit' meNo place to go, no company
No insight, no compromise
No invite, I drop the skies (Like)
Made it home, y'all stuck wit' me
In that stasis field, while I puff the tree
I got dimes to fill, I got rhymes to spill, I got time to kill, so lets CUT TO FREE
Its just the principle, and its been simple
That I'm never gonna win while this fuckin' sin trickle
I got remy and some gin and some fuckin' pinnacle
I got plenty and I grin when the fuckin' skin ripple
Don't be talkin' to the kid like you fuckin' know me
I gotta' take it how it is, even if it's lonely
I gotta' shake it till it fizz and it's fuckin foamy
Don't be dis-cussin' my bizz, you can fuckin' BLOW ME (I show these mother fuckers)
They don't, know the, real, me
They don't, know the, half, of it
Don't know, how I, feel, see
They don't, know I, laugh, FUCK IT
They don't, know the, real, me
They don't, know the, half, of it
Don't know, how I, feel, see
They don't, know I, laugh
(You will never know)
How I feel, where I sit, where I stand
(You will never know
How I deal, with the shit, that you planned
(You will never know)
What you do, to my head, when you lie
(You will never know)
What you knew, if you do, you gon' DIE
(You will never know)
I don't ever dance at no clubs
No I ain't a fan of what these motherfuckers luh'
Oh that's your girl, tell her "SHUT THE FUCK UP"
I don't feel them, I don't even feel love
Oh she think it's just a joke, tell her "bag-back"
Diamonds on the skull head, I make that bitch crack
Nightmares flowin', everything drop down
Ain't nobody fuckin' wit' the Beam that's a fact, nigga
Everything hurt me, I go too hard now
And my garden is broken
Since the trees ain't there and the leaves and there (Aye)
I drop 'em down into FLOWERS
I got some vines on my body, they watch vines all day aye
I hit rewind on my tracks all day aye
Never end the story when these dogs start flowin'
Young Beam goin' till my mouth start foamin'
Black and white all on me like a young Hulk Hogan
Yea motha'fucka' its the New World Order
Everything goin how it planned to bitch
Murder my brain AND cut my wrist (Ay)
I don't wan't nothin' from the world
I just want somethin' that'll give a nigga' peace
I don't want nothin' from yo' weak ass girl
Beamon barely got the energy to even speak, DAMN
(Tell the world they should FUCK wit' me (Nah)
(Matter fact fuck ALL of 'em (Ay)
(Tell the world they should FUCK wit' me (Ay)
(Matter fact fuck ALL of 'em... BITCH...)
Written by:
Dylan Beamon, Paul Schultz Jr.
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