fallenleaves

chris travis

sesh etched on my water

bitch i'm purified pimpin'

i got voss by the box

i got woods by the brick

the return of the pimp

hair ties on my wrist

when i got to pin it up and break it down into bits

break it down for your bitch

no brands on my shit

snow white

long sleeve

baptize me in bleach

blunt guts hit the ground like the leaves in the fall

woodgrain

switchblade drawn

walkin' down the hall

the brake lights flash

then we break like glass

comin' down like sting

face painted with the bat

orange peels on my lap

smoke dope and take a nap

wake up and count some money then i do it all again

all i'm really after is love and affection

but i can't

cause the money give me erections

born shinin' hard

don't look in my direction

find me in the section

with drugs in my possession

can't cross me

won't make that intersection

look me in my eyes and see the soul

so reckless

pass me a blunt if you will reach out my protection

i'm lookin' so good and you're lookin' so helpless

yea my hair messy

but bitch i'm worth a million

you dumb ass niggas thoughts won't even reach my ceiling

yea i make the killin'

just by killin'

you lame ass villains to occupy my livin'

bitch