James Hunt - TorcH lyrics

[Intro: ScHoolboy Q + Anderson .Paak] Blank face, blank face, blank face, blank face Blank face, blank face, blank face, blank face Blank face, blank face I'll trade the noise for a piece of divine Uh! [Verse 1: ScHoolboy Q] This that "f** the blogs" The afterbell, we hang in halls Underage, smokin' weed and alcohol Grandma sweeped shells out the driveway One of the homies got slayed so we bang at the King parade I can take you spots where gangsters walk The real damus and locs, Boyz N the Hood wasn't even close Where the girls' kitten show, hit the dope and the p**y soaked Now she get you for your change, Captain Save-A-Homie I ain't been right since out the cervix I know a M can make it perfect It came through more than the one I worship You know I never lie, the truth be told, the dope, it gettin' sold He got the runny nose Summertime, we don't trust n***as in winter clothes I swear the hood low, as the burner get rolls I follow the city codes My money short Missin' the days of honey oats Dollar bills in mama's coat Cartoons and bubble soap This be the realest sh** I wrote This be that ride that hunnid spoke Red and blue from head to toe [Pre-Hook: ScHoolboy Q] Who needs a mothaf**in' friend? You see them mothaf**in' rims Met the devil in disguise Look through my mothaf**in' eyes [Hook: Anderson .Paak] Look at my yard, look at my block Look at my zipcode All of these lies, true to my life Word to my pencil Take what you want, get what you like Open that window Ain't that simple? Ain't it that simple? Look through my mothaf**in' eyes Vision impaired by the high No cares on my mind Couple days, I'll be fine [Verse 2: ScHoolboy Q] This sh** from 'round the back house More baggies bagged than at Ralphs In granny's plastic suede couch Best play cat and that mouse A minor pitchin' in major Stay servin' dope but we cater Take you back to my Sega Slammin' bones on that table Runnin' errands for grams, the paramedics at Tam's Forced to grow to a man Before L.A. had them Rams Went to school for the b**hes, where scorin' d** was the goal Lungs black as a crow, got banned from every hood store My haters came for the better and money came for the loads Concrete where we rose, you wasn't built from this mold f**ed up the game with many flow I've been a loc since embryo I'm ten toes, you movie role I do this sh** for lifers way before Jehri curls, cut Dickies and sherm smoke Got so many bodies the world knows, sh** Don't worry 'bout no witness, your homies go under oath But our dreams was big, homie The world done flipped on me, took my soul then clicked on me [Pre-Hook: ScHoolboy Q] Who needs a mothaf**in' friend? You see my mothaf**in' rims Met the devil in disguise Look through my mothaf**in' eyes [Hook: Anderson .Paak] Look at my yard, look at my block Look at my zip code All of these lies, true to my life Word to my pencil Take what you want, get what you like Open that window Ain't that simple? Ain't it that simple? Look through my mothaf**in' eyes Vision impaired by the high No cares on my mind Couple days, I'll be fine [Outro: Anderson .Paak] My picture was in full frame But my vision had distort My memory is okay But my feelings on point I could be here all day if you let me go, go, go, go Oh, lord! You don't know the half of what I had to hold, hold, hold, hold No, lord! I see faces at my window My patience growin' short I had no one to lend on That's why that chip is so cold Kinda like the c**aine on my fallen bros, bros, bros, bros Oh, lord! Guess that's my curtain call, my last go [?] Ain't this sh** what you wanted to see? Ain't this sh**, ain't this sh** what you wanted to see?