Cash is King ft. Tapley Sound Lyrics

Look, What you think i know, you don't

Uh, what got you onto holding hope

What, got you in this swollen soul, smoking bowls, like you doesn't even know

Why we truly fucking here, yeah

Why we truly fucking fear, death

Why I keep a doobie behind my right ear

And a spliff in the left

Vision's the test, hidden our quest

Beneath and below the breach of our cold, breath, what's up

Oh yeah

Back, to the programmed, american sam

Inherited when our heritage spins around a carless binge, fuck it

I been running through these studded hoops

Sipping hunnid proofs for a couple hunnids months or two

And nothing's new

So fuck, let's move

Unless we set like a tomb, in the ground of the hounds

Whom have howled at the moon and consumed all around, now

There's nothing left to do

Look, What you think I know, you don't

Uh, what got you onto holding hope

What, got you in this swollen soul, smoking bowls, like you doesn't even know

Why we truly fucking here, yeah

Why we truly fucking fear, death

Why I keep a doobie behind my right ear

And a spliff in the left

Look, What you think I know, you don't

Uh, what got you onto holding hope

What, got you in this swollen soul, smoking bowls, like you doesn't even know

Why we truly fucking here, yeah

Why we truly fucking fear, death

Why I keep a doobie behind my right ear

And a spliff in the left

Sitting in cinema, watching digital integers

Through my irregular, retina, turning competitors

Into silver, and officers into copper than won't crack

Ain't first you last, ain't gold you trash

Ain't pave away for anyone expect your ass

You're considered a quack, as far as I'm concerned

While I serve you raps

With bars that surf n turf, you begin to laugh n burst

Into tears, unsure whether this good or bad, glad or fear, that have you here

Is a savage who appears to have mastered lyrical magic with this hare,

Not in his hat, but up on his cap, riding the beat like a cavalier

Look, What you think I know, you don't

Uh, what got you onto holding hope

What, got you in this swollen soul, smoking bowls, like you doesn't even know

Why we truly fucking here, yeah

Why we truly fucking fear, death

Why I keep a doobie behind my right ear

And a spliff in the left