3 Digits ft. Nkosi Kamal Lyrics

3 Digits in my head, stuck, what the fuck?

Phone missing, distant is the light, run for it

Blood trickling from my face, will my death come?

Am I done?, I don't know, I'm hoping

I can finish what these people started

I'm with someone and we gon fuck it up

All of it, everything, all at once, with the move of one call

Phone call to authorities, say they after us

Coming from whatever dungeon they crawled from

And they ain't bluffing with no mind for discussion, it's time to run amok

Rummaging houses, astounding how we ain't caught yet

Weary while wearing targets

On our backs, searching high and low

Every floor for that something, something to use

Cause they wield tools with hella screws loose

Doom'd, if they catch up to us, too many to fight, not like before

Death looming on this foggy night, banging on the door, downstairs

I can hear it, seems they're nearing our position, better dip, fast, nigga

Cause they coming, coming for US!

Screaming at me in my mind

"Dial, dial the numbers"

Coming is a horde, no time, cannot hide, we would die, slow demise

On this hell of a ride, I I I

Don't know where to go, who to hold

Hear it screaming at me in my mind, "Dial, dial the numbers"

Coming is a horde, no time, cannot hide, we would die, slow demise

On this hell of a ride, I I I

Don't know, where to go, who to hold

Running and running and running and running on this far side of nothing

Stuffing my ears, sounds of the night, I can feel it in the air

A presence, it's always here, same voice, heard it before at the hotel, okay now

God am I losing it?, my thoughts are confusing, slip, fall

Dude helped me up and then he asked "what's wrong?"

Said my mind splitting, he said, "oh you hearing it too?"

Now we both spooked even more, fuck it, still gotta move

Finally, we reach a outpost, bodies armed for battle

Walking the whole place, we pace toward it

The shadow of night cover us, then we attack silently

With no, shred of mercy, there's only the dirty showing in our soul

Smoke clears, they dead, all of them, nobody's here

We search the place up and down, we find a radio

Causing fear to leave, we turn it on and speak

A voice, it speaks back, relieved, still in my head it's

Screaming at me in my mind

"Dial, dial the numbers"

Coming is a horde, no time, cannot hide, we would die, slow demise

On this hell of a ride, I I I

Don't know where to go, who to hold

Hear it screaming at me in my mind, "Dial, dial the numbers"

Coming is a horde, no time, cannot hide, we would die, slow demise

On this hell of a ride, I I I

Don't know, where to go, who to hold

Now it's up to the clock, we make it or not

Non-stop, it tick and tock, we conjure a plot, a plan

That'll let us withstand if calvary coming and band to the end

A chance we got, can't waste it man

The night grows cold, we lock them and load

Weapons they had on them and stashed

We ready to blow, expose all they insides

Making the blood fly out and shout as they go down, wait

Someone's moving between the trees

My partner across from me, he ready to blast, I am too, we lock our knees

Aim down sights and breathe, in one second

I'm hearing streams of bullets, fast as thoughts, aiming at me

We start to shoot back, killing a few, got too cocky, then boom

Lead shower rained, partner dead, what do I do?

As I stand on my last legs, still trying to shoot

Crowd of masks huddle fast and blast me to my doom

What the fuck?

Wait, wait wait wait wait wait that doesn't make any sense

How if I'm-if I'm-if I'm here right now, how?

How is? That doesn't make-that doesn't make any sense

I seen the men in the masks, I had the

I had the gun on the men in the masks, they were coming for me and then

And then