Dead Flows Lyrics

I miss the old days, old ways

Chillin' with my homies

Doing shit I wouldn't do if I was by my lonely

Met a pretty girl, put the pussy cat on me

She fucked the world so I'm gettin' the money

Me and bro don't stop, better get lost in the parking lot

Fuck with my bro, then pay the cost

We on the low, not looking for ops

Like woah woah, talk your shit

Woah woah, I fucked your bitch

Like oh no, it's time to dip

Back to the booth, fuck a chick

On a roll, take control, yuh

Geronimo, here we go, blam

Like I don't know who the fuck I am

Death note, I'm falling through the sand

Like dead flows, keep my head low

On a schedule, fighting halos

I don't date hoes, just expose those

I suppose though, me and bro bro

At the top, y'all on your tiptoes

Get the mop for all the fake foes

Traffic stopped, already gone though

Watch you drop cause you was too slow, Aye

It's TRB in this bitch

At peace like amethyst

We been counting up our chips

Trading sanity for bliss

Yo it's TRB, we don't miss

Could give a fuck 'bout lists

Call us fucking arsonists

With how we're burning every bridge

Said it's TRB, word, man fuck what you heard

They stealing our shit like they came from the Burgh

Sheep flock to the fence where it's safe to be lured

Got zero intent to keep up with the herd

Lord, tell me I'm just crazy

World been fucking tripping lately

Absurd with how it changes daily

A blur to me, I can't see straight

We can't be stopped, it's me and bro

Fuck the box, we'll seek unknown

We're runners up to leave like Minho

Our guns is tucked, can't trust no people

The world is fucked and it's full of evil

Ain't got no love for the ones who freeload

Fuck with us, shit will get lethal

Cut for cut, tell me do you bleed though

Seek no needle, I don't get high

Speak no evil, I'm not that guy

Want peace for real, no compromise

But I'm not here to apologize

Can't wear my shoes, they are not your size

I dare to prove what you fucks surmise

Get up in the booth and they drop like flies

It's a goddamn coup, better hide your likes

It's TRB in this bitch

At peace like amethyst

We been counting up our chips

Trading sanity for bliss

Yo it's TRB, we don't miss

Could give a fuck 'bout lists

Call us fucking arsonists

With how we're burning every bridge