Rubber Bands Lyrics

Hop in the whip

My little homie legit

Passin' the weed in the zip

Speeding, my driving is shit

Fiending, I'm craving a hit

Stressing my weapon

Equipping my heaven sent blessing's a sin

Lessen my Wesson, I'm going to pen

Listen me, listen to truth

Open your eyes to the who

Listen to me and you'll follow the path

I gotta go get the cash

I gotta bury the stash

Shovel gravel on the bag

Dirty money in my hands

Dirty money rubber bands

Ooh

Satan speaking kinda funny, but I kinda understand

Jesus looking on my shoulder

Sitting he ain't even standing

I been hardly working, so this shit ain't working out

Waiting on a sign for so damn long I swear it's like a drought

Pieced a couple clues together but still I can't figure out

The true nature that it takes to get these words up out my mouth

Fuck your crew

Fuck yo chain

We gon' bang on this side, let it hang

Homie took a couple shots to the brain

He gon' need a Lil more to ease the pain

How much a dollar cost?

You wanted profit

See you riding round town

Tryna get a little pay today

Or pave a way

Get a little hungry

Later

See ya

Never wanna scrape to pay to stay heated

Cooling in the shade

Remained to say breathing

Face it

The race never been even

So I gotta get gassed just to out win all these demons

Vision vivid

Stay on my system I'm frigid

Cup spilling bliss

Listen, Uhm

I didn't mean it

I'm hidden and cleaning

Wishing reasons away

Watching seasons belong

Feel like breathing today

Summer sees the number grieving, wonder

Get to slumping you bummer

Cover your mumbles

Its underneath all the rubble

Sudden like feeling

Something

Like crumbling

Loved it once

Oh maybe a couple hundred corners in this room

Fuck your crew

Fumble what you been hunting

Keep hittin snooze

Left your pillow in two

You sum of the parts

You believer

You subterfuge