Superstitious Lyrics

I could make this small town life sound superstitious

Praise loud to false idols, 'til they down to the ditches

Slave to change, nine to five, or what twelve used to pinching

You and I seen the sunrise, but a few didn't

Fools gold at the cool table guillotine niggas

Fools gold at the cool table guillotine niggas

I ain't plagued, I'm wishing well, and it's cool if you didn't

The only fool the one who fell into dwellings he digging

Waddup brodie, how you living? We ain't cool in a minute

Yeah I know, been out the way, cause I've been through with the gimmicks

Used to think this shit was real, or had some value, it didn't

Fever dreaming, things could be deceiving, outcomes the sickest

Not talking like you my problem in particular pimping

You just never know who ticked out, the timing get tricky

Too many stories of mimics, he resulted to rinsing

This muddy money repugnant, make the countries their riches

Stepped on crack, broke his mom's back and heart, how she living?

Put black man under ladder, he walked him down and just switched him

Treating packs like lucky pennies, law enforcement tailing 'em

'Til long sleep or crack of dawn sweep, this lifestyle bewitching

And bitches stirring up beef, oxtails in a cauldron

Take a dip if you want, that temp a leave you scalding

Train my temple, summon chants, meantime, I'm all in

So much Illusions, fingers crossed comes with that balling

I could make this small town life sound superstitious

Praise loud to false idols, 'til they down to the ditches

Slave to change, nine to five, or what twelve used to pinching

You and I seen the sunrise, but a few didn't

Fools gold at the cool table guillotine niggas

Fools gold at the cool table guillotine niggas

I ain't plagued, I'm wishing well, and it's cool if you didn't

The only fool the one who fell into dwellings he digging

Staying in close hordes, some history dope-torn

Twisting up folklores; the devil is in the details

Hoping we hope more, do less, ego wars

Really it's close scores, but not in the stories we tell

And "We" mean the population, and I ain't free from my obligations

Could've brought the pitchforks, torches out for a lynching

Court of opinions; it's a gavel every hand, stand, you smitten (huh)

Fuck all of that salt and shade past shoulder-blades left thrown with it

Plenty excuses left them snoozing, you should go and get it

Show time go so oh my, cue the Chauvinism

Knock on wood of your casket, ballads of murder business

Suit up, I heard the suits like when you off the Richter

Shake the earth to get planted, yielding they pockets richer

You always thought the pulpit was with the bullshit

Nah you ain't all the way wrong, many sides of sinister

Obsessed with rolling with killers who be rolling up killers

Or the innocent, hit 'em, pick of the litter

Nick of time to be ignant, drop a sign every picture

Sky-high disrespect, I wonder when we'll hit the ceiling

It's either I'm getting old, or this shit getting old

Prolly both, seen these bridges enough to know the toll

Too many "big bro'd," y'all don't know, he'd leave you cold

Too many memoirs, truth or fraud, leave mirrors broke

I could make this small town life sound superstitious

Praise loud to false idols, 'til they down to the ditches

Slave to change, nine to five, or what twelve used to pinching

You and I seen the sunrise, but a few didn't

Fools gold at the cool table guillotine niggas

Fools gold at the cool table guillotine niggas

I ain't plagued, I'm wishing well, and it's cool if you didn't

The only fool the one who fell