Beast Mark
(verse 1) i scream from the top of the hill and the bottom of my gut blairing through the depths of your soul my eyes wide shut I can't trust anyone anymore because when I get thru listening to the garbage on the screen i second guess my position and my place and what is real and what is a front for some one elses opinion that is only benefit those who arent me or you (chourus) is the truth you beleieve the same truth to me is truth just a word and nothing more we've been thru this shit before (guitar solo with fast melodic scale runs and arpegio sweeps back and forth into whammy bar pitch harmonic screams) (Verse 2) i stop and get back to the immediate and distrac myself from wasting to much time on trying to figure out all the nonsense gotta get up early gotta go to work no matter if it's a simulation or a total recall ...still have bills to pay thats how i know its not a sim a pIece of paper that represents work and gold then you either die or just get old. I don't know who the fuck you think you are but ,you ain't bout shit and you think you can judge me fronting like you care and you want us all to do well when you just hire and fire it's like a revolving door you don't care bout any of your employees they can all be replaced it's production based you are two faced and you put us down if we hurting at home you make jokes bout our hardships because you heard so many lies you can't even see when some one is being honest your a heartless turd and don't have a clue it's just to bad nobody really likes you they just kiss your ass cause your the boss but when you turn. around they Rollin there eyes and looking down at the clock just shut the fuck up and get outta my face when your not here it's a much happier place you have short man syndrome and have paranoid delusions who's ever is running the dialer is just causing confusion 20 year old leads been run through the mill so many times,it's not funny it's borderline illegal ,you don't want any notes because that would incriminate your whole operation every fucking number said no unless it's a dentist or a chiropractor a corporation or volume to low,the only apps get set when it's been changed to a new biz nigga please[Verse 1] Sunburnt chrome Desert dust in my teeth Tattooed knuckles Grip the tank, I can’t breathe Cheap pills in a Dixie cup Brown liquor in my veins Laughing at the law Racing headlights in my lane [Chorus] 602 hellride Burning up the blacktop, eyes like knives Drugs in the saddlebag, sins in the glovebox Bad motherfucker with the cops on the boombox Phoenix to the grave, I don’t slow 602 hellride Till the engine blows [Verse 2] Red-eyed waitress Writes her number on my skin Backroom handshake Quick count, dirty grin Friends in steel-toe boots Enemies in plain sight Everybody’s got a habit I just feed it through the night [Chorus] 602 hellride Burning up the blacktop, eyes like knives Drugs in the saddlebag, sins in the glovebox Bad motherfucker with the cops on the boombox Phoenix to the grave, I don’t slow 602 hellride Till the engine blows [Bridge] I don’t pray I just floor it If there’s a heaven Let me ignore it If there’s a devil He’s riding on my back Laughing every time I light another match [Chorus] 602 hellride Burning up the blacktop, eyes like knives Drugs in the saddlebag, sins in the glovebox Bad motherfucker with the cops on the boombox Phoenix to the grave, I don’t slow 602 hellride Till the engine blows
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(verse 1) i scream from the top of the hill and the bottom of my gut blairing through the depths of your soul my eyes wide shut I can't trust anyone anymore because when I get thru listening to the garbage on the screen i second guess my position and my place and what is real and what is a front for some one elses opinion that is only benefit those who arent me or you (chourus) is the truth you beleieve the same truth to me is truth just a word and nothing more we've been thru this shit before (guitar solo with fast melodic scale runs and arpegio sweeps back and forth into whammy bar pitch harmonic screams) (Verse 2) i stop and get back to the immediate and distrac myself from wasting to much time on trying to figure out all the nonsense gotta get up early gotta go to work no matter if it's a simulation or a total recall ...still have bills to pay thats how i know its not a sim a pIece of paper that represents work and gold then you either die or just get old. I don't know who the fuck you think you are but ,you ain't bout shit and you think you can judge me fronting like you care and you want us all to do well when you just hire and fire it's like a revolving door you don't care bout any of your employees they can all be replaced it's production based you are two faced and you put us down if we hurting at home you make jokes bout our hardships because you heard so many lies you can't even see when some one is being honest your a heartless turd and don't have a clue it's just to bad nobody really likes you they just kiss your ass cause your the boss but when you turn. around they Rollin there eyes and looking down at the clock just shut the fuck up and get outta my face when your not here it's a much happier place you have short man syndrome and have paranoid delusions who's ever is running the dialer is just causing confusion 20 year old leads been run through the mill so many times,it's not funny it's borderline illegal ,you don't want any notes because that would incriminate your whole operation every fucking number said no unless it's a dentist or a chiropractor a corporation or volume to low,the only apps get set when it's been changed to a new biz nigga please[Verse 1] Sunburnt chrome Desert dust in my teeth Tattooed knuckles Grip the tank, I can’t breathe Cheap pills in a Dixie cup Brown liquor in my veins Laughing at the law Racing headlights in my lane [Chorus] 602 hellride Burning up the blacktop, eyes like knives Drugs in the saddlebag, sins in the glovebox Bad motherfucker with the cops on the boombox Phoenix to the grave, I don’t slow 602 hellride Till the engine blows [Verse 2] Red-eyed waitress Writes her number on my skin Backroom handshake Quick count, dirty grin Friends in steel-toe boots Enemies in plain sight Everybody’s got a habit I just feed it through the night [Chorus] 602 hellride Burning up the blacktop, eyes like knives Drugs in the saddlebag, sins in the glovebox Bad motherfucker with the cops on the boombox Phoenix to the grave, I don’t slow 602 hellride Till the engine blows [Bridge] I don’t pray I just floor it If there’s a heaven Let me ignore it If there’s a devil He’s riding on my back Laughing every time I light another match [Chorus] 602 hellride Burning up the blacktop, eyes like knives Drugs in the saddlebag, sins in the glovebox Bad motherfucker with the cops on the boombox Phoenix to the grave, I don’t slow 602 hellride Till the engine blows
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