Текст песни King Duncan - Tropes

King Duncan

This is a Graveem1nd exclusive
Two corpses in the grave
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Tapped into the bottom of the blunt, and it’s some Runtz
Pick 'em like a booger, and I eat 'em up for lunch
Looking for a paycheck, promise I am not the one
Liquor in a shoe, we drinkin' heavy in the sun
Take it, fake it, make it, or you’re slow
Metal in my mouth gon' hit a piercing, rip his throat
Steppin' off the throne, so I can’t get it stolen from me
I don’t wanna post, it’s better if I’m out the story
Catch an IG live
Stepping outta this subway high
Gotta get a feel for life
You tak the wheel, can’t drive
Yeah, yah, let me run it back
Skin a cop, some pig skin on me, like a runningback
Bite-sized, running slice of life, there ain’t no coming back
Kill the powers holding me, and memories start coming back
Can’t you see? It’s only make-believe
Have you tried telling the captors that you wanna leave?
I know they cannot see it, I know you wanna leave it
I’ll move on to giving shit, 'cause I’m done with receiving, so
Calling up the butcher, then I chop him, and it’s done
I don’t know what I’m about, I wanna be the one
Feelin' like Lebowski, I’m the dude that never won
No more open doors, I keep 'em closed, I keep 'em shut
You can tell me, I keep guns
He can’t talk to me, I know that he my son
I don’t care about you, I’m just having fun
What you did can’t be undone
You tell convincing lies, I told him we’ll get by
I tie him down for life, I get him down when it’s right
C-C-Calling out the bluff, time is up
He thought he was gon' be enough, didn’t block a dust
We made a thousand times ten, and it’s still not done
I’m 47th president, ain’t no more movin' up
Yeah, LA wanna see me packed
Run around in your circles, I’ma vomit on your Raf
Leave a trail of people motivated by my past
Closing out a story with the fifth sin of wrath
Uh, fuck