Newman Lyrics

"It was about 1200 bucks"

"Kramer!"

"That's Newman"

"I'm on the roof!"

"Well, what are you waiting for?!"

Planning on running it back

Imma hit em back to back

Running through a hundred racks

I've been through it with the rest

I walk on the beat and I'm blowing the vest

I couldn't see with the blood in my eyes

And the smoke in my chest as I run with the reaper

Begging for time, I got somewhere to be

Don't be wasting my time cause it never been cheap

I'm backing up vocals, you bagging up dimes

I'm back in the building and back in my prime

Now I got a second to show you the worth

and I'm getting to work every time

On the drop of the dime, I'm gone ride every night

Ash on my wrist with a blade and a pipe

Got lungs full of lean and a pint full of Sprite

Feeling the fire surround me, I'm higher than Tommy

The trigger won't miss you

Just another sin in my red room

Singing red rum in my bedroom

Like I'm calling out the void, reaching for death

My cigarillo rolled taking a step

Taking a pull as I'm losing my breath

I'm laid out in my bed I now got concrete on my legs now

And I'm drowning out all my problems

Napping with fishes and coolers of kidneys

Evidence thrown in the narrows

With no hesitation of who been there sleeping

I been out for seasons

Hiding in currents and shifting with sand

Down in the gutter with bud in my hand

Smoking a lot like I got a demand

Don't you understand