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chandler darren and homme - listen lyrics

[interlude: homme and chandler darren]

listen

[verse 1: chandler darren]

okay, listen, listen, listen, i don’t trust these m-th-f-ckas
listen, listen, i don’t got no love for blood suckas
they creepin’, creepin’ but i fear not when the floorboards creak
cause you hear the footsteps but you cannot hear the f-cking snakes
listen, listen, listen, listen
i drop an ounce off to my homie then i hang with christians
jesus was a saint who used to hang with low lifes and prost-tues
so when they see me with these hoes and dealers that be my excuse
en garde, in all black but this gold chain
skin the color of cocaine, but i hide the dope like a stowaway
uh, and i just get deeper and deeper into the abyss
seems all i do is just p-ss off my b-tch
the drink is a dollar, my liver is rich
the river is dried up, these b-tches are wired
we all boutta blow up, the clique is al-qaeda
people deceitful, i try to be peaceful but all of these pressures gon’ bring out my fighter
uh, now listen listen to all of these liars
whole earth burning in the fire, everybody salute, put up your lighter

[interlude]

[verse 2: homme]

glad i caught this night out, nation don’t cut the light out
long weeks, bone creeks, loins longing for leisure
thank you, no that’s my pleasure
tell me your sign and number
my ears still haven’t popped, but poppin’ relieves some pressure
these streets are made of f-cking famine
thirsty n-ggas f-cking rampant
c-ck the hammer, ham is packaged
cannibals with f-cking manwich
man witch is unfortunate
scorch this earth with shaky hands
watch my b-tch with baseball gloves
hope that n-gga catch these hands
u-street muse when the beat comes back and the heat comes back from the street where they meet in a needle stack
one piece of hay
hey to the b-tch in the indigo tank
oh, now listen listen to these alleyways
these streets will bully, do enough and it’ll call you names
flashing lights and yellow tape
yellow b-tch using pen vapes
walking down 9:30 club
daughters, corners, and merchant love
waffle house and salmonella
spend some change for good luck fella
ponzi schemes and adderall
gustosos in uncle sam’s favela, uh

[interlude]

[verse 3: darren chandler and homme]

uh, vices, vices, vices, i’ve been tryna mute all of all these sirens
fooled into the blissful truth until you in the lion’s den
coolie ting wan fi f-ck me and she want mi pitney
mi na give a r-ssi pitney if na in mi interest
these fools will eat you away, life is like a box of chocolates
i’m running like i’m forrest with the hills of knowledge in my optics
fiya pon the babylon, try and make the lion pain
babylon fi run when they see me shake mi lion mane
drown my thoughts, bless this weed
please deliver me from my sense(sins)
it’s kinda hard to get christened when you in a sinking ship
listen with your eyes, i’m shooting a movie, get the full clip
i’m painting like i’m pic-sso on the track, my palate’s paint drip
drown my thoughts in all this p-ssy
bless the p-ssy that i receive
please deliver me to p-ssy
i’m kind of hard and i believe
while she was sitting on my face
i’m rude to me when i think twice
there’s probably a lot more to this
it’s probably the life of life

- chandler darren and homme lyrics

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