Bruce Bayne - The Volume lyrics

[Hook: Bruce Bayne] They dying in the street a lot They try and keep the streak alive They obviously forgot the values The story demoralized You always see four or five kids on they porches shot The volume Needs a little raising Raising these kids to be great Grapes turn to raisins And I'm still tryna make wine Still tryna make time Chasing the dream There's always someone tryna take mine [Verse 1: Bruce Bayne] I seriously could take a life I should take life seriously Drop you by the lakeside Make a nice conspiracy Maybe I need therapy Something in the air I breathe Need prosperity God for my security God forbid I do something that might need forgiveness Maybe I need some limits Maybe I need a minute, tick tick [?] down to a single day Bow our heads let us pray Say that everything's okay But it's not I need a paper towel Nose running bloody My brain's running out All on the cement Where everybody could seen it Maybe I need treatment I know what the tree meant When the apple falls either rapper play basketball That's what am I stuck in between with The grave The prison 25 to life will make it to 25 living [Hook] [Verse 2: Term K] Itching for a fix Twisted up a swish Wish that I lived in Ignorant bliss But it isn't ever an option This sh** is getting obnoxious though Extinction is upon us apocalypse is approaching If you can comprehend the notion Drip with some continental Ship through some tides in the ocean Would you keep the boat rocking? Cold-co*ked his opponent He cheated though like Keyshia Cole sugar I'm sweet with no sugar Decomposing looks much worse than it is Leave foes shook like cartons of orange juice The fourth stooge poke you in your third eye Words rhyme when I speak 'em Curved spine sure sign of a demon Term climb on the ceiling The worst kind of appealing Click-clack peeling your wig back Snapping your paddywhack and stealing your knick-knacks too It's that rude [Hook]