Slient Thoughts Lyrics

Life story bout us could be fuckin scary

I'm that first generation Canadian

(First generation Canadian)

My parents

(My parents)

Dukes and dem

Yea they were fobs in 80's

Isn't that crazy

(That shit crazy)

I was weary

Couldn't get lazy

(Couldn't get lazy)

My eyes faded

(My eyes faded, faded, faded)

Grabba in this weed got my head tumbin

Not from the suburbs

They call them unsubs cuz they don't fuckin know them

The cold cuts

Public transit

(TTC)

Trust me I was in them

Thinking bout life through the fuckin window

Sitting back keepin 6 can't afford to slack

Preaching from this perspective but what else is there to except

Niggas make hits on innocent and claim it

(I don't rate that)

They told me not to trip about it

(Not trip)

I can't save them

(Cant save them)

87 T-top cutlass reminds me of a yawdman with some cutlass

(Cutlass)

Can't keep the sneakers lace no more

No attachments

Jus Fendi purse

She like the other ones I coerces

Thinking I'm better off without you

I hope you didn't fall for me

Thinking bout all times you fuck me over

Look at all these niggas

Ain't none above me

Quiet darkskin

She speaks to me lovely

Not a thought of you on mind left you behind

Baby pipe down

You

Thinking I'm better off without you

I hope you didn't fall for me

Thinking bout all times you fuck me over

Look at all these niggas

Ain't none above me

Quiet darkskin

She speaks to me lovely

Not a thought of you on mind left you behind

Baby pipe down

You got decline