- Snowgoons Helpless 歌詞
- Snowgoons
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Woke up in the morning, wifes griping and bitching
Theres no Similac for the baby, no lights where were living
No food in the fridge, this the tightest position
Im bout to lose my lid, get my sights on a victim
My way and type of living, this shit has to change
Shut the fuck up, I aint fit to be a sperm donor snatch your chain
Fuck it, sell crack cocaine, Im telling you motherfucker go rap for change
Alright, look I got your point, I want you to know
Ill be back in a couple hours, its under control
I run out of the door straight feeling lost as fuck
What the hell am I gonna do? Steal an armored truck?
I walk and strut aimless as I fix me a plan
Then I bump into Damon selling sixty a gram
As I think sticking him up aint the wittiest scam
My gun clicks blam now I got his chips in my hand
[Chorus: x2 ]
I feel selfish, think Im gonna use my nine
I feel helpless, think Im gonna lose my mind
Nobody else is here to help me stabilize
I feel helpless even when I pray to God
[Verse 2:]
Now Im patting him down trying to get all he got
With no thought process of someone calling up SWAT
With no thought process that Im on my own block
Its like no contest if I get caught up and locked
Stolen for gwap I need all the dough he had
As Im searching through his jacket, what a police badge?
Now stop, no way man, hes a cop?
My knees just lock, I cant flee, I freeze in shock
My Reeboks wont budge though I want em to move
My mind saying to my body fuck run out your shoes
Punching my tool I hear the sirens getting closer
Whyd I decide to ride with my toaster?
Usually Im cool and calm with my composure
Stupidly I lose my mind and say its over, its over
I take a breath, put my heater to my head
Theres no escaping death
[Chorus x2]
[Verse 3:]
I sit down next to Damon, put my gun to my head
Thinking to myself all it takes is one and Im dead
And the someone just said, 'Stop, freeze, please dont do it! '
I look up, see cop cars and some DT Buicks
All I see is a sea of blue, a bunch of guns drawn
With a man in a stance, in his hands a bullhorn
'Im Officer Crout, wait, lets talk this out.'
I reply, 'What the fuck is there to talk about? '
'Theres plenty to talk about, its not as bad as you think.'
You dont know the hank man, you aint my dad and my shrink
In a blink my anger shifts from me to them
He can see I wont feed into it and speak as friends
An evil grin comes to my face, his eyes shocked
Fuck it, why not? Id rather lie inside a box
Take my nine, aim it at them as time just stops
Its not a suicide, man, but suicide by the cops
[Gunshots]
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