Ritual in the Woods ft. Christon Lamar Lyrics

Always just talking business, that shit is confidential

I kill a nigga and the person that was talking with you

I got a coffin and I swear it fit you

I'm steady coughing weed is too official

She talking nonsense, but she really trying to screw the mental

I'm good on offense, but it's odd if niggas don't defend you

I talk to God cause I be feeling sinful

What if I'm not, instead I'm talking to an empty window

I swear my thoughts, they just like innuendos

We send them shots, they hit your mom, your friend too

We creeping at your window

Ain't talk to God, instead we talk with Glocks and send them to you

And then we at the funeral

We tell your grandma that we sorry, don't know what was in you

Tired legs smoking yola in the garden shed

Ask me if I hit my head, I'll tell you I'm a genius

Mow the whole yard and each blade has a meaning

Type shit I be seeing

30 sunsets in one evening

Nah I'm playing, I'm just spraying off that potion

I'm toking shit more potent than Frank Ocean poems

Intricate as the pieces you set in motion

It take focus not to understand it but to know it

So life give you a boat, you might as well row it

Throw me on the stage and the show had an explosion

I'm ready to bust like when bitches don't give up the nut

I'm shady to some, goofy as fuck to some others

But their trouble can be managed

I'm with your bitch and your mom playing doubles up in the Spanish Riviera

Call me Mr. Jones cause we too far from Indiana

I be walking with a stride and a certain timbre

Walk into the club and then I buy my favorite dancer

Just so we can talk to someone about how the sun's gonna explode

In some years and none of this really matters

Of how owls used to be velociraptors

And we still don't know who blew up the twin towers

And you think we have a say with whoever the fuck is in power

No surprise the stripper got no answer

She told me to hit the blunt and then told me she wasn't cancer

Then asked how much bread I was gonna transfer

I don't understand it, don't understand it

How the fuck the whole world is not in the same panic