The Abandonment Storm Lyrics

I hope you hear me

I hope you hear me, yes I do

When it rains I think of you

And when it pours you know it's true

That it's all gone

It's all gone

I breathe in all the air

And you say it's wrong

And I say it's fair

But it's all gone

It's all gone

This is how it feels to be out of ideas

My biggest fears have materialized in the past year

I used to see things clear in the voodoo that you may hear

But the objects in the rear view mirror are closer than they appear

How long does it take for you to form closure with no distractions

And was it a consequence of hostile shit or your own actions

When prophets turn into comets crashing into all the comments

Someone will smell the tasty profit cuz there's always snakes in the cockpit

They can smell the dope funds with they own tongue

Turn gold into dung

Folk talking on radio show like they got crack smoke in they lungs

If my story is already sung just ignore me, it's all dumb

It's all numb

But when you make it out of Richmond all them yard signs show up

On the front lawn it says "not in my backyard"

But you don't understand though

I done glowed up

If you think something's wrong you're just broke that's all

Bullshit

Bullshit but who really cares

When the city needs me

I'm gone completely, a ways away

Somewhere near Bel-Air

But check the T.V., you'll see me, I'm right there

But when it rains

I still think of you baby

I still think of you shawty

I still think of you

But when it pours

I still think of you darling

I still think of you

When it rains I think of you

And when it pours you know it's true

But it's all gone

It's all gone

I breathe in all the air

And you say it's wrong

And I say it's fair

But it's all gone

It's all gone

Pump your fists like this

Holler if you hear me

Pump, pump if you're pissed

This is a sinking ship

I wouldn't have faith in this at all

I hope my lips stay zipped

You don't need to hear it now

You don't need to hear me now

Everyone here is fake and I think they're all trying to kill me

In some roundabout way I can explain simply, so not really

Albany kids is filthy

I can smell the fuckin' N.I.M.B.Y. signs

The devil lies in pretty eyes, at least that's how it feels

I'm one of those freaks as well but

I try not to kill with cheap thrills

If I was back in the Fruitvale and slinging white crystals

Hell, they'd probably still take my neighbor to jail

And deport his ass cuz O.P.D. does not really care

This residential district was made to excel, you fuckin dingus