SoGone SoFlexy - WINDOWS lyrics

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SoGone SoFlexy - WINDOWS lyrics

[Intro: SoGone SoFlexy] sh*t, I was just talking 'bout Just, that grind, the trenches, just You know what I'm sayin', just all that I mean, you-you don't get the vibe of it? [Verse 1: SoGone SoFlexy] Feels good to get this sh*t out the mud, ni**a Made it from hard times, it's still love for the slums, ni**a We rob ni**as just because, ni**a And I'll serve you anything, but nothin' less than a dub, ni**a And how it feel to be a dub, ni**a? I'm tryna be a better man but nothin' less than a thug, ni**a I kill sh*t, just check my background (Bah) This murder gang sh*t my campground Check my résumé or ask 'round (Yeah) We just simply never back down (Nah) I caught a charge, now I'm back out I bet this carbon blow his back out Gettin' money, that's a fact now (Merlyn) b*tches, they don't know how to act now (Merlyn) [Verse 2: Merlyn Wood & Kevin Abstract] The poor more polite, but thе flow not nice (No) Watch for your wife, I might take hеr out your life (You know) She wet my white tee, now it's like a wet wipe (Wet it) Respect my Tribe, I'm a dog like Phife (Get it?) You love me like a check, but my name not Nike (Get it?) b*tch, my number not a lottery I'm like, "Don't even talk to me" (Stop) Honestly, wouldn't fly a Melbourne chick to Sydney, no (Go Merlyn, Go Merlyn) All of these bars bought chains, prison industries (Go Merlyn, Go Merlyn, Go Merlyn) True, America did my people foul, then give me shot for free (Go Merlyn, Go Merlyn) While I watch Washington's wooden teeth in her booty cheeks Kings of last century, was living like peasantry I don't even like sleep, time is the only luxury [Verse 3: Matt Champion] Sendin' a fu*k you to you all I'ma ship it, laminate it, got this sh*t straight off the lot We ain't renting no AVIS Got the neighbors going crazy It's me, Bari, and Flexy I can see through your bullsh*t, like your face was made of plexi' (Haha) I could fu*k around and get to soundin' like I'm whinin' man Only crybaby is the one inside the buggy, man Who, I'm the bogeyman You, never sleep again Nightmares, it's fright-filled the moment Freddy tuck you in Stack my money higher than the foam atop a tidal wave Lonely like the point guard at the key, got the isolate Light it up, light it up, we bring the light show Who the hell invited all they friends? fu*k if I know (Yeah, yeah, yeah) [Chorus: Jabari Manwa] They at your window (Them boy calling for you) They at your window (Them boy coming for you) They at your window (You better not tell no lies) They at your window (You know them boys outside) They at your window (Them boy calling for you) They at your window (Them boy coming for you) They at your window (You better not tell no lies) And they ain't coming to play You should not tell no lies [Verse 4: Dom McLennon] My pen could be a fortune teller or an ATM It's got intentions of its own, I can't even pretend Every moment is a fight nobody can defend The circumstances should've never been there to begin I watch the clocks melt as the Devil dances The chances are slim to none that you could understand this Lost language we incantin', pain campin' Amongst the stillborn raindrops is where I'm standin' I wake up breakin' up an eighth just to function Rather be in neutral than continue to get sunken All my ni**as made it out the motherfu*kin' dungeon Tank has been on E, but I gotta keep runnin' What you finna lean on when our system is crumbling? Everybody's reaching but they really end up fumbling when they touchdown Y'all don't appreciate in value like a bust down My sh*t authentic, they can never get enough now [Chorus: Jabari Manwa] They at your window (Them boy calling for you) They at your window (Them boy coming for you) They at your window (You better not tell no lies) And they ain't coming to play You should not tell no lies [Verse 5: Joba] I can see the eye upon me when I close mine Drug-induced comatosis leaking through me blind The body is the temple, I invite spirits We crack riddles and giggle behind closed blinds Born to bleed, the brave and free Got needs they gotsta feed, I breathe to see defeat fu*k police and authority Never means nothing, mind-fu*king myself to sleep Had to take it to the streets Capitalistic greed plague all society like COVID-19 Those dirty hands that feed don't buy it Government officials, don't give a fu*k about the children What do you believe? Nothing's ever what it seems 'til you can't deny it Flashpoints and flashbangs dictate defiance History stuck on repeat in the loop of sirens Terrorizing, always lying Goddamn tyrants Don't play with knives, kid [Bridge: Ryan Beatty] I tried to warn you These boys, they don't know you Outside, comin' for you 'Cause they don't love you and they don't know you I tried to warn you These boys, they don't know you Outside, comin' for you 'Cause they don't love you and they don't owe you sh*t [Interlude: Imondre Goss & Kevin Abstract] fu*k the world and all that inhabit it fu*k the world and all that inhabit it Sometimes it's like fu*k the world and all that inhabit it Yeah, ni**a We back up in this thing (Road) Sometimes it's like, all or nothin' (Road) fu*k the world and all that inhabit it Sometimes it's like fu*k the world and all that inhabit it Sometimes it's like [Verse 6: bearface] Just pick me up in the four-door I'll bless the beat with smoke and rain ash like Mordor The warlord's comin', check the lamb for the slaughter The envy so green it should be flying a saucer, yeah And when the pressure is on, they gone Ghost ride whippin' not your friends no more, so long Snake sneakin' I'm feeling like I'm missin' But never that I'm still here b*tch, so God's winnin' Lord willing (Lord willing) There's no ceiling (No ceiling) They all pussy (All pussy) Get out your feelings (Get out your feelings) Can try and run it up but baby I'm chillin' (Uh-huh) I make my money, then dip, stay killin' Stay killin', stay killin', stay killin' [Outro: Kevin Abstract] Why you always start prayin' when that trouble come around? (Why you always start prayin' when that trouble come around?) There them boys go again The Roadrunner

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