district

i'm sammy-jo

and my favorite colors are black and red

let me find my way out of this bitch

find myself high in the distance

find me up

lying in this ditch

with a wrist and some diamonds a-mixin'

if i can't find time to get my heart out

would you stomp 'em out when we slow the world out

would you hold it down for me when my heart pound

ain't no telling

no telling so call the coroner

let me find my way out of this bitch

find myself high in the distance

find me up

lying in this ditch

with a wrist and some diamonds a-mixin'

if i can't find time to get my heart out

would you stomp 'em out when we slow the world out

would you hold it down for me when my heart pound

ain't no telling

no telling so call the coroner

aye

i'ma just bounce with that

in fact i bought a whole damn house with that

aye

hand me where the ounces at

tell me where the damn these ounces at

aye

tell me where the ounces at

tell me where the ounces

ounces at

aye

tell me where the ounces at

tell me where the ounces

ounces at

it's getting hot

you best just

the effects can't touch this

stepped up

step down

bitch

wait

wait

wait

i'm alive

i'm alive

the bags in my ride

i

i ain't ever been the one that's scared of you

baby

you can come and get it

i'm alive

i'm alive

the bags in my ride

i

baby

when the karma gets you

maybe you can run away with us

in my bag in the vault

moving on

move along

damn i fall

move too fast

life is skidding to a halt

got back on the road

and made it to the start

disregard me

emotional discharge

can't forget the mission

put it to my heart

i ain't playing games

but you can play a part

standing up apart behind my battle scars

money walk and money talk

but money no make comfortable

big ass house and big ass car don't add up when you die alone

i want white knights like five lights for some little chromes

i want bliss

no strife

rewind

don't slice around my aura with the better lies

i want a better life

bend around the corner

one deep

eyes shut when they know the place

but you don't know me

i don't correlate

straight from manipulation wouldn't wanna infiltrate my brothers

still wanna get me high

eyes low off that methadone

always throwing curve

like a reaper sight

gnawing on my wood like a termite

entering my world like a parasite

praise god

hallelujah! i'm still depressed

at war with my conscience

paranoid

can't find that shit

woo

praise god

hallelujah! i'm still depressed

at war with my conscience

paranoid

i can't

let me find my way out of this bitch

i'm sammy-jo

and my favorite colors are black and red

with a wrist and some diamonds a-mixin'

if i can't find time to get my heart out

would you stomp 'em out when we slow the word down

would you hold it down for me when my heart pound

ain't no telling

no telling so call the coroner

sittin' on your porch

across parking lots and you

light it up better dodge the cops

and i'll never get sick of playing with your locks

i- i- miss you lots

i- i- miss you lots

i- i-

sittin' on your porch

across parking lots

that's all i got for you

and i'll never get sick of playing with your locks i- i-

that's all i got for you

sittin' on your porch

across parking lots and you

that's all i got for you

miss you lots

i- i- miss you lots

i- i-

that's all i got for you

sittin' on your porch

across parking lots

that's all i got for you

and i'll never get sick of playing with your locks

i- i- miss you lots

i- i- miss you lots

i- i- miss you lots

i- i- miss you lots

i- i-

that's all i got for you