training season - vices lyrics
[hook: queenn & gp]
where are you going, what did you say, come again
are you leaving my side.. cause that’s what it feels like my friend
but you should beware that i’ve loaded my gun with depression and pessimism
and misery loves company so i feel it’d be wise if you keep your distance
[verse 1: gp]
uh, and god’s body is a temple, and dark treasures reside within the walls of my temple
i’ve come to acknowledge for these females start to resemble each other the moment that they inquire about your potential
as of late my credentials come referenced from the bible, stating how the tongue can speak a phrase into existence
so i continue to write em off with persistence and trying my very best at ignoring your resentment
your negative nature makes me start forgetting my rhymes
whenever i’m in your presence i lose presence of mind
you constantly speak to threaten whenever my name is mentioned but in my presence you peasants lack possession of spines
my father told me i’d make it his perception of time, is somewhat delayed and age is detriment to the mind
and i just think it’s crazy the fashion that wait can place me i’m just trying to change the face of the game but oh well
i guess you can’t teach an old dog new tricks, but you can feed an old broad new d-ck
by this i mean that the game is a b-tch but this year i’m making a splash so big that i’m thinking of building a cruise ship
you reject my drugs of lethargy claiming it’s stupid
to paint a picture so vivid that…
(when i ask you this question) my nigga won’t you please tell me the truth
when you smoke a couple l’s are you feeling lazy or lucid
[hook: queenn & gp]
[bridge: queen & gp]
this will be the death of me
these screams are deafening (keep your distance)
you should beware that i’ve loaded my gun with depression and pessimism (x2)
[verse 2: gp]
and don’t call me poetic, trying to speak to a generation with no ethics, they labelled as “go getters”
quickly to talk all that mercy and then they crack under pressure like cold lettuce
they see us they so jealous, we kick it like dan sturridge
let my kin p-ss and of us shall flourish
i’m trying to feed you food for the soul but you malnourished
and speaking on the behalf of these cowards who lack courage
how really talented is you if all you rap about is pistols, smacking b-tches, numerous drugs like us missiles, you all drones
and when you start spitting it sounds like star wars episode two nigga, you all clones
forgetting values you messing up your priorities (nigga)
thinking about advantage forgetting you’s a minority
all of you nonbelievers can take my gentiles orally
all of yo niggas b-tches, we label them a sorority (nigga)
ain’t plenty more of me nigga, there’s plenty more of you
speaking the word of truth while my earings are blowing decibels
trying to climb stairs to the top feeling like an elliptical
all of your favorite rappers i see em in my peripheral (my nigga)
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