Howlings - Condensation lyrics

Chris Travis: Eyes low, low ride smokin' on some other sh** Purified water and the Earth on my bucket list I dont really care about 'bout none of that other sh** Godfather Kenshin n***a "who the hell u f**in with?" Blunt ashes on my shirt looking like a Walker Pry Don't fall with me n***a, turn a man to a b**h Who be layin' in a ditch, under sand and some bricks And escape the damn scene, [?] Sure you wanna come with me? You will never want with me Yellow bone shorty looking like a damn Sunny D All she ever wanna do it's get up under me Got it to the point when she can't get over me Getting to the point I'mma have the go overseas Foreign money, foreign whip, with the f**in' stolen the key Back to the basic, all the f** boys know that's meeeee... But y'all n***as won't be over me Bones: I don't never ride with the Glock on me Look me in my eyes, and see why that be I don't wanna breathe if you're not with me I don't wanna be here, I just wanna leave Walking through the door, mud on the floor Smelling like trees and I'ain't even smoke I've been in the woods all night keepin low Flip the blade, k** the game, til I go, keep it low Friends that i love, got friends I don't know Stuck in my head just slumped in my room