Vqcant - i missed spooky season

Broke the code but there's no Da Vinci
Heat the stove yeah that's word to Demi
Men trynna kill me there's many
I'm Mickey she Minnie we off the grid

Broke the code but there's no Da Vinci
Heat the stove yeah that's word to Demi
Men trynna kill me there's many
I'm Mickey she Minnie we off the grid
Beat the case Johnny Cochran
Double park the whip
The sawed off sound off and shit
Then take off in some moccasins
Life really need some competence
We the kids out in Hawkins bitch
You'll find me in a coffin bitch
The backyard graveyard pop off and shit
Shoutout spooky season
Runnin' round town like a foolish demon
Pick your pockets without a reason
Midwest with depressed depletion
We the highest crime rate in the region
Winter's cold we been freezing anemic
Muhfuckas always playin strategic
But it's all the same

But it's all the same
Stone cold shooter with a marksman aim
John Wayne true grit the game
And I'll take the blame
Like John Wick fuck a witness claim
Jon Jones with the bones cause that's all that remains
Tippy toe through the flows and the willows and veins
(Tiptoe)

They won't find me shootin' like Alice in Chains, no Kurt Cobain
City a hurricane, breaks windowpanes
Killas' and bloodstains
Meth on the front page
Addicted to champagne
Amy or Billie with no DOA
Fuck this city and the box I've crawled in
Here's a cart and a box to stock with
Shove the bullshit right down my throat
And expect the kid to not grab for rope
But to grab for straws, and write songs on a Macintosh
Press pause on life just to ask for applause
Panic grip tight always have to sharpen the claws

Horrorland no R.L. Stine
Thunder sky like the 405
Watch me shine like Stanley Kubrick
Make a midnight classic I love the magic
Turn birds into enemies like Alfred Hitchcock
Psychosocial I tie the slip knot, we stuck in grid lock

Dress in all black cause my mind cluttered
How can I get back when my mind shutters
Yeah my vibe tight word to my motha'
Once again no one fucks wit my brothas'
Revamped and rebranded
No Marilyn no Manson
So careless can't stand it, stand up or get trampled
It's the Jack Torrance, former warden
Mothafucka tune in cause you know you can't ignore it, bitch

Written by:
B Tilley

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