Lyrics shinigami – digipack

shinigami:
Ya, I’m smokin’ slow
Runnin’ from the snow
Think that I been glowin’

Castin’ spells into my mind
With all the poison on your tongue
I got water in my glass
Fiber optic in my blunt
I don’t wanna hear you talk
It’s the silence that I love
I been missin’ all the flights
While I’m flexing on you scrubs
I been killing demons in my brain
I could feel it from a world away
All this pressure make me feel
Like I’m insane
Run away from everything
Tomorrow isn’t yesterday, ya-oh
World in my hands
Sometimes I think it’s too heavy
THC all up in my bevy
Three, two, one
I know you ain’t ready
Riding low in the backseat
Won’t let ’em catch me slippin’

I been chillin’ now
If you want I could show you how
Yea, you could talk that shit
But you won’t ever bring me down

I been chillin’ now
If you want I could show you how
Yea, you could talk that shit
But you won’t ever bring me down

I’m smokin’ slow
Runnin’ from the snow
Think that I been glowin’
But you know I keep it low
Listen to my woes
I’ma show
Everyone who left me in the dark
Ya, ya, ya

93FeetOfSmoke:
Lately I been smoking
Fading in the moonlight
Saying that you’re tired
Wonder if you don’t try
Bloody knees, got fucked up jeans
Dead at the finish line
Way too high to write more lines
Can we just kill some time
Like nevermind
Limelight just gets dull in time
Fuck my mind
Wish I could relax sometimes
Hard to flex
When I’m too smacked to stand upright
Liming up
Bust my ass out on the streets at night
Ice cream in the half pipe
Keep the e-wood tucked
Like a gas line
93, Shinigami
Dim the club lights
Blow a digipack up
Through the skyline, yea
I never act right
Never ask twice
Numb until the bags right, ya
Ocean high tide
Got the blood moon rolled in the wood tight, ya

shinigami:
World in my hands
Sometimes I think it’s too heavy
THC all up in my bevy
Three, two, one
I know you ain’t ready
Riding low in the backseat
Won’t let ’em catch me slippin’
They don’t know how I been livin’
Lemonade what I been sippin’, oh, ya-a

93FeetOfSmoke:
Ice cream in the half pipe
Keep the e-wood tucked
Like a gas line
93, Shinigami
Dim the club lights
Blow a digipack up
Through the skyline, yea
I never act right
Never ask twice
Numb until the bags right, ya
Ocean high tide
Got the blood moon rolled in the wood tight, ya