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sourmouth - leave him behind lyrics

chorus

there’s not a mountain we cain’t climb
lift you or teach you to fly
never a road that doesn’t wind
because of them behind
leave him behind, leave him behind
because of them behind
leave him behind, leave him behind
leave him behind

verse 1

just listen i ain’t trippen a n-gg- been
on a mission, i can see the full picture
like i’m in quarter-back vision, i whip
it and stay mixen like a cook in a kitchen
i keep hidden weapons on me like a book
in a prison, but since i’ve been missen
i’ve been subject to criticism, now the
center of attention and some friends
ain’t used to it, they jealous i feel the
tension, i’m ventin like a confession
i wanted to swing on you till mitch-ll
told me i’m better, short-tempered what
made you think that you could speak
about sour, i was your friend i guess
i thought wrong owell, honestly i just
miss us hangin out blazin blunts
freestylen in sabin’s hydro park, i just
do it like nike movin music it sells, so
i could really give a f-ck about a friend
or a foe, i’m just tryna keep it 100 that is
all that i know, i’ll let the music tell the tale
and yall can judge for yourself’s, i had love
i was loyal like a hood pitbull, ryan mullin
greg vlahos saw me knock that dude, all
the homiez from arizona i miss you and
that is real, kevin mack number 1 he saved
my black -ss from jail, 3 in the morning he
was up when i hit him on his cell, you only
hit me for some mother f-cken adderlls
but i ain’t sellin i’m maken more money
sellin these songs, i got my head on strait
you should try yours on

verse 2

there was a snake named jake, jake
was a snake, he was a great big phony
like family guy, he was a racist on cocaine
a gram he bought, 2 faced like batman so
we had to fight, because of my black skin
he would not shut-up, showed his gun to me
and kevin when we were playen beer-pong
pretended to be my friend so he could snoop
dogg, smoken all our weed like the guy on the
couch, if there’s one thing that i hate it’s a
racists tryna be chill, if your racists be racists
and we can handle it there, he tried to break
into my house i saw him and i caught him off-guard
and straight bobby bouche’yd his medulla oblongata
knocked him wit my louisville, i’m a slugger
it was actually pretty bad i knocked his arm
out of his sockett, i heard the snap he fell down
i just watched him, what would you do at 3am when
someone was tryna rob you, we took you in
as a friend and you flipped like a cartwheel
car door open the next time when i walked out
you had stolen my dashboard and my dvd player
ya the one that cost a g, my lcd monitor, the
next time that i saw him he had a heater on him
next thing i know is i’m at gun-point by his
millimeter, someone had called the cops they
must have seen him before, when the siren is
not for krauss it’s kinda weird to be bold

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