Lucid shooter Lyrics

Long nights countless hours ticking by

Tick tock clocking in working my nine to five

Super smoothing out the place like jam

Jamming out these fucking shelves cause they don't stock themselves

But I ain't santa, definitely not no box boy

I don't need a stereo I just beat box boy

Kick snare inside my memory act the fucking part boy

Paka work my magic like a mother fucking hot boy

Coming out the flock boy, I'm flying

Always speaking facts bitch I'm never fucking lying

Lying in a bed of clouds sleeping off my fucking high and

Sativa dreaming, lucid shooting all fucking night and

Just like a right spin

Clockwise, you worshiping the Glock nine

Feeling all the power trigger finger all those shots fire

Spik lighter spiff sparking up the blunt passing

To the real ones, only fuck with people that got the ambition

Cause I am on a mission, to decimate the game, bring up the fucking misfits

Cause they the dopest people, seems like society don't even treat em equal

But I'm not going pity though

Hypnotize, drowning in the bass while my soul fantasize

Lucid dreaming on the trigger, gripping Forty-fives

Shooters hit the head shot no time to analyze, only time to analyze only time to die

These violent words feed my soul when I'm angry

Fantasizing about blood, death, killers, and danger

Thinking what I'd do if anybody try to test me

Might not see tomorrow, clearly, or at all

Psychedelic tripping off the acidic

Headshots missing cause I'm slurred in my vision

See I'm fucking reckless with every decision

Can't aim for precision only got time for collision

Yeah, but I got a mission, I can't do no long division

Slowly lining up my shot, cause I'm seeing triple vision

I make no split decisions cause i ain't thinking bout living

Know, I'm just a fucking misfit Know that they don't gotta listen

Yeah you know I'd never fold, go catch your stack your rubber bands

Diamonds blind your sniper scope so i'm lifting up my hands

And I'll blind ya, yeah I'll blind ya, so bright I won't ever hide behind you

Hypnotize, drowning in the bass while my soul fantasize

Lucid dreaming on the trigger, gripping Forty-fives

Shooters hit the head shot no time to analyze, only time to analyze only time to die