Black Magic - Jonwayne

Black Magic - Jonwayne

Альбом
Rap Album One
Год
2013
Язык
`Angļu`
Длительность
183060

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Black Magic

Jonwayne

The news reporter he walked out of the TV

Brushed off his shoulders like he didn’t even see me

Everything is green and black

The internet is real and my eyes are not intact

I’m realizing that I shouldn’t be surprised in that

In fact my whole brain is filled with cannibals

Diplomats

I’m spinning out of control like the solar system

The only difference is that I’m much faster than the sisters

Kissing babies and shaking hands on forsaken land

This is America, the product of an empty plan

And I’m American, so I guess I’m an empty man

Sitting in the studio with few friends and many fans

My job consists of peeling layers off like minivans

Scrape them in a track so I could sell them for a big advance

My mouth piece is a legend like Bagger Vance

Put a few syllables together into a trance

No hooks still making them dance with the certified funk

That these fakes could never have

Life’s a bitch and I’m living it 'till the last

Put my past in the past, like get in the fucking bag

I’m like a bandit up-standing

My own train, abandoned my own name

So I could live out the fame

Jon Wayne, remember it for an alibi

You’re innocent, you saw me taking out a passer-by

Now you know, that’s a lie

These heads feel the verse

Like they were chewing on a pacifier

I’m not concerned with what my fans are consuming

I’ve been sober for three years

And trippier than a eunuch

So sue me

I’ve been drinking though

I’ve been drinking, I’m not going to lie

I feel like God isn’t even trying to let me breath

But I’m back from the dead to keep rappers deceased

Back from the shed with emphatic disease

Keeping fans on the feet, like grass grabbing the cleats

Therapists lie down and tell me stories

Hypnotize 'em for secrets and leave 'em for the morning

Serve bitches like divorce papers

I’m a king of the minor circuit and I force majors

Diminished wages made for dominant behavior

This goon could strike a cord in outer space and cut a razor

It’s too soon to tell if I’m infinity

But there is nothing so imminent that will kill my energy

No enemy dare step to the sea anemone

I’m chilling with my poisonous touch to brush with everything

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