PalmTreesDeadDreams by Gnomo x Night Lyrics
[Verse 1: Night]
Riddle me this motherfucka'
Who the big dog?
Roll around my city
Hit a lick
Smokin' big logs
In the bog
Stumble through the fog
With my wrists caught
Shackles don't affect me
Ever since I blew my head off
Pussy boy
Who the fuck are you?
"I'm the lord of bliss"
Couple witches stirrin up the brew
"Get ahold of this"
Tying up my blood stained shoes
I don't trip for shit
A couple broke endorphins
And I'm draggin the whole forest to the pit
[Bridge: Gnomo and Night]
Tommy on my hip
And a honey on the side
When we load the mags
We gon' honeycomb yo mind
Tommy on my hip
And a honey on the side
When we load the mags
We gon' honeycomb yo mind
Tommy on my hip
And a honey on the side
When we load the mags
We gon' honeycomb yo mind
Motherfucka'
[Verse 2: Gnomo]
So, so, so, so-
So glad so glad
I got pockets full of ash
Grey sands for the sockets
Grey hands from my stance (uh)
Lay uh lay uh
Lay my man down
'Boutta paint on this canvas
Take this cardboard away
It's a fake crown anyway
He's a baby baby boy
His vision is all but destroyed
'Boutta make him see and understand
A real mans plan with high demand
But I'll be damned
Cuz this boy is fuckin cursed
It's the worst
He's been a slave
And yeah he's been a slave
Let this boy
Let him fucking rot 'cuz I'm done
Riddle me this motherfucka'
Who the big dog?
Roll around my city
Hit a lick
Smokin' big logs
In the bog
Stumble through the fog
With my wrists caught
Shackles don't affect me
Ever since I blew my head off
Pussy boy
Who the fuck are you?
"I'm the lord of bliss"
Couple witches stirrin up the brew
"Get ahold of this"
Tying up my blood stained shoes
I don't trip for shit
A couple broke endorphins
And I'm draggin the whole forest to the pit
[Bridge: Gnomo and Night]
Tommy on my hip
And a honey on the side
When we load the mags
We gon' honeycomb yo mind
Tommy on my hip
And a honey on the side
When we load the mags
We gon' honeycomb yo mind
Tommy on my hip
And a honey on the side
When we load the mags
We gon' honeycomb yo mind
Motherfucka'
[Verse 2: Gnomo]
So, so, so, so-
So glad so glad
I got pockets full of ash
Grey sands for the sockets
Grey hands from my stance (uh)
Lay uh lay uh
Lay my man down
'Boutta paint on this canvas
Take this cardboard away
It's a fake crown anyway
He's a baby baby boy
His vision is all but destroyed
'Boutta make him see and understand
A real mans plan with high demand
But I'll be damned
Cuz this boy is fuckin cursed
It's the worst
He's been a slave
And yeah he's been a slave
Let this boy
Let him fucking rot 'cuz I'm done