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chronic dro - sunshine lyrics

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sunrise

[verse 1: chronic dro]
y’all tell tall tales, i’m over from north lindale
where them hustlers cutting up fishscale
off my high horse from all the reefer i inhale

keep my soul intact like reading brailee
teaching young folk to avoid being stale
next thing you know, lock ’em in, rotting in jail
plotting on a takeover while i try and stay sober

refrain from calling the motorola, flip phone holder
hands hot like its on my pistol holster
breaking down on my sister’s probation folder
middle fingers to the laws, plus cold shoulder

heating up degrees in houston humidity
soldiers drop when it’s raining down lead bullets
white majority make us k!ll, full proof it
fight for your country, understood t?

not me while my heart still pumping fluid
boy i do not hesitate, all i do is just do it
check this, i wrote this, more bars than convicts
all y’all n-ggas best avoid conflict (b-tch)

but why the f-ck am i even here?
i can hear the silence crystal clear
in the darkness i know no fear
sunshine’s almost here, sunshine’s almost here

bust rhymes to feel relief, i am what i speak
i’m no mystique, make no mistake
i’ll never ride around fake, never smoking shake
the truth hits hard like my dank (2x)

[hook]
i’m coming down real shiny like candy paint ’
bout three in the
morning, yawning
i wish i could come down, but you know i can’t
cause i’m leaning off the dank and the good ol’ drink
i got five on the
weed, fifty on the drink
fool, i’m coming down, f-ck what these hoes
think
i wish i could come down, but you know i can’t
cause i’m leaning off the good ol’ dank and the good ol’ drink

[verse 2: chronic dro]
acid tab under my tongue tasting sour
this druggy hoe told me swallow after an hour
hunger ain’t been an issue in a minute
smoking spinach while metabolism halt

i know i’m starving, i know it’s all my fault
see the past, present, and future blend together
hope the trip make the outcome better
wind kicks up, mother nature let out a hiccup

head crunching facts like a sit up
vivid pictures form behind the temple
seeing sounds from metal finger instrumentals
be yourself, it’s so simple

but soul after soul get corrupted by the system
i’ve been trying to reach y’all through rhythm
hallucinations creeping up on me
lsd make me spectate life in totality

observe my younger self raised round fallacy
tell me how i’m supposed to practice faith
don’t believe in a higher power, no god
was heading to the top, fell backwards

smoke anxiety straight out the backwood
word is not bond, these buster will flip on you
pull out the burner on you, thought they had you
and your back, pressed against the wall

patiently waiting on the moon to fall out of place
vague expression, stare off into sp-ce
the high only cherished on the thrill of the chase
you can feel it, it’s got texture

been waiting all night, expecting a sunrise
should i p-ss beforehand, it’ll be no surprise
these walking bodies don’t want to see my uprise
plan demise, can’t be hypnotized

never stupid, living like i’m dreaming lucid
in love with my art, no need for cupid
watch yourself mister careless
before you fall into a trap like marriage

see these cluck heads, that’s all you need?
she stop loving once she scream
it’s okay, she got my music in her stream
me and the team out for more ice and cream

exceed the normal sixteen
pushed over the edge to get myself ahead
climb seven leagues above minor colleagues
accept defeat, don’t make a scene

cut you out the story board, like a director
visionary who reside up the north side sector
path marked by a vector
all my work top notch, none the lesser

bottom of the barrel, silent with a suppressor
warning shots aimed at your nogin
this is death, right at your f-cking door knocking
it’s just me running up, swear i’m mobbin

leaking on the internet, no signs of stoppin’
y’all beat the same dead horse, quit floggin’
guess i’m a bad man for doing what i want
catch me by sun up, smoking out the spot

[hook]
i’m coming down real shiny like candy paint ’
bout three in the
morning, yawning
i wish i could come down, but you know i can’t
cause
i’m leaning off the dank and the good ol’ drink
i got five on the
weed, fifty on the drink
fool, i’m coming down, f-ck what these hoes
think
i wish i could come down, but you know i can’t
cause i’m leaning off the good ol’ dank and the good ol’ drink

- chronic dro lyrics

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