Lando Chill

Ain't for Us


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You see I'm the son of Aphrodite
While your heart stay cold
Life ambush your soul
Burn your body just to spite thee
Conjure up the jealous while my legion sits beside me
I'm mocking all the trends y'all created over night see, nightly
I remove the third eye from the motherfuckers who claim they got the sight b
Slightly
Split ya major veins for the hype beast
Fit you with some reins
Guide you where your left and right be
Oh, every limb's for the saviour
Sweep you back home to the source that had made ya
Laid ya
Spine broke down like the league does the Raiders
Even as a kid
Zelus been ya neighbor
Sittin', reclined, in the back of yo mind
When life ain't really tryna pay ya
Believe in the zeal of the green
For the blood of your dream
Lies on Eros' wings
That shall fade into vapor

See the
Rigor of the mortis
Death can afford us
Gorgeous
When life tryna short us
Now, pain for the porous
When Peter tryna sort us
Orders from niggas tryna lord us
Now, brain shuts down like a cordless
Nerves tryna surf but they board-less
Hand grasps air like a sword-less
Bloodstream sing like a chorus
Sing like that chorus baby

Every breath you take is a step toward death
Every breath we take
Every step we fake
Every lesson paid be a penny for death
See the hearse be the purse where them spent so swept
Every breath you take is a step toward death
Every breath we take
Every step we fake
Every night we take is a penny for death
See the hearse be the purse where them spent so swept

But even my friends ain't for us
Gore us
We be the bull to they tourist
No last words let your heart sing that chorus
No last words let your heart sing that chorus
Now even my friends ain't for us
Taurus
We be the Screech to they Morris
No last words let your heart sing that chorus
No last words let your heart sing that

Even my friends ain't for us
Gore us
We be the bull to they tourist
No last words let your heart sing that chorus
No last words let your heart sing that chorus
Now even my friends ain't for us
Gore us
We be the bull to they tourist
No last words let your heart sing that chorus
No last words let your heart sing that chorus


Autor(es): Lance Washington