the reasons
• Written by danisill
she ask me why i do it
it keeps me alive
help me survive
keep my engine ru ru running through tough times
unfortunately im on a decline
and my rhymes come out slower
but still show her a good time
and this goose fine
5 star dinner
my shoes shine
5 star sinner
feds spying
they eyeing me up
now they dying
toe up
dont do it for the money or the grills
i do it for the people that i killed
guts that i spilled
trying to feel
but there is nothing in my head no more
weed got me feeling so sore
oh poor me
pour me another glass
im trying to pass to another life
need to cut the weed give me the knife
to close to the scythe of death
wondering whats left
to much stress on my chest these days
computing exam on monday
but this life so mundane
so i gotta write more lyrics
like its the only way
i take another sip
and if you dont pay
imma blast from the hip
and if i dont spray
means i ran out of clip
but it is still going great
imma fuck up your lip
you better dip
or scatter
i got you on my platter
gonna eat you up
om nom
like whats up
your a wonton
dont do it for the money or the grills
i do it for the people that i killed
and the guts that i spilled
trying to feel
but there is nothing in my head no more
weed got me feeling so sore
oh poor me
pour me another glass
im trying to pass to another life
need to cut the weed give me the knife
to close to the scythe of death
wondering whats left
no reason
just feeling
im stealing
from innocents squealing
im vibing to the feeling
my lyrics ensure your bouncing to the ceiling
im spilling words
untill it sound absurd
a message from a bird
a carrier pigeon
taking all your bread
now your out of commision
no snitching
you dont say nothing
im bewitching you
now the doctor stitching you
you crying
motherfuckers soon to be lying
in the grave
and thats the way i paved
the path made was by fate
theres no escape
dont do it for the money or the grills
i do it for the people that i killed
and the guts that i spilled
trying to feel
but there is nothing in my head no more
weed got me feeling so sore
oh poor me
pour me another glass
im trying to pass to another life
need to cut the weed give me the knife
to close to the scythe of death
wondering whats left
he couldnt force himself to rate a one
cause he bum
he dont know where i get my lyrics from
i get them from space
dont need no chase - er
taking all your pape - er
you acting like an ape
hurt
beat you up for the flavour
give you something to savour
blood in your mouth
run it
till it come out
he did it for clout
but now he run his mouth
all over the ground
aint that the sound that i like to hear
if you come near
you better beware and run
im hunting with a gun
dont be caught lacking in the slums bum
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danisill
Member since May 26 2022