Letras de CRISCO

gran turismo hop out the fishbowl with a fistful of cash and a lit bogie
she dont turn tricks for me i dont let her but she would if i did tho
name a instance of bullshit that i went for
deep in the trench like a split stone no pistol just my heart and my wits
im who the scale tip for temp control in the strip making it get cold
it just snowed in the ya bitch nose then it dip lower than sinkholes lo siento
the center of attention the promoters is pissed my kicks on where u supposed to sit
get bold give em a inch and ditched like ding dong
im on the the porch with the clique crisp like chicken in criscos i need all of my ends need all of us in

i cant sit down until the bases rounded impatient
politicin with pagans? hated how its soundin ima see ya later
made it safe and sound my fingers seize the day or meet in solemn prayer easy payment to me it beats making problems
brazen brought the beef to grazing oxen slice from the navel to the collarbone and drain the body
train the mind it made me solid traits of mine my baby got cant trace to mama
get these white girls out my home like babyfather

things i thought would shake me to my core just made me hotter
sacred knowledge 8 of cups its time to change his stanky diapers
lookin north its a trail to follow cant get lost im staying shining for those i come across the ones we lost and all the ones behind me
pops was kinda janky his replacement beat the failure out me
made me violent hated fighting i know i cant take no loss
my anger bottled mama say his face aint look like yours its on the floor go and scrape him off it
mop him like a chore it aint no way around it
they knew shit was off when i was stayin silent it stayed inside im sayin sorry for the pain i caused
god know my heart and that im tryna change the course im workinonit peelin layers off in the lab sauced kinda