CRIMSON ft. Jamar Rose Lyrics

Couple of shots, I'ma send em straight through the ceiling

The boy never changing his colors, he never chameleon

But I'll tell you one thing, heading straight to a million

Had to shake off the snakes, they constricting of what I'm feeling

All white tee splatter with the blood of your dreams

Kinda like a Texas Massacre when I'm on the scene

Pop through your screens, nah, matter of fact I'm breaking them

Show up at your spot in a hearse, you'll know exactly where I'm taken them

Tell them they can never really go where I go

Tell them they can never really be who I am

Tell them they can never really know what I know

They can never really go where I go

Inadequate sounds coming from your direction

Thought that you was working on your pen, you ain't learn your lesson

Smoke clouds coming out the booth when I finish my session

Blam hit your nose, then bam, instant color correction

Purple haze, black Glock turn the block to Crimson

Over anyone thinking that Twitter fingers messing up my mission

Think you inside of my head, nah, you inside my mentions

Focus on fucking up the galaxy and switching dimensions

Don't blink or you miss it, god speed, now I'm skipping

Time isn't resistant when my will is resilient

We living by the code and this the encryption

Listen, it's still that Junk, but it's Crimson, you gotta feel it?

Rumbleworld on the map, Underworld got your back

Yeah, and on top of that we all finna cop a bag

Easy one, you all finna see me up, this league of Academia

Eat em up like a sleeve of Reece cup, uh

Tell them they can never really go where I go

Tell them they can never really be who I am

Tell them they can never really know what I know

They can never really go where I go

You'll never top these flows or stop the growths

B and concrete Rose and that's all she wrote

Ain't no one ill as me, grab the antihistamines

Witness me kill the beat and I'ma get ahead like a guillotine

Spill the beans, who you tryna flex on

You ain't in your right mind, matter fact you dead wrong

Boy, I put ten toes down like I'm in bed rock

I got hits stacked while you stressed over your next song

Tell them they can never really go where I go

Tell them they can never really be who I am

Tell them they can never really know what I know

They can never really go where I go