An Author In Amsterdam by Relly Snow Lyrics
An Author In Amsterdam
Rellys Fingers Are Stained Red From The Blood Of The Man
The Man In His Head That He Never Could Stand
He Yells In His Head And Blinds His View
Relly Call Out For Help But There’s Nothing He Can Do
He Now Guides Thoughts And Possess’ Relly Soul
Each More Minute With Him Leaves Relly Skin Feeling Cold
So As Relly Take His Last Breathe And He Lets Out His Last Laugh
And The Room Gets Dark While Relly is In The Blood Filled Bath
Manhattan amsterdam
Im from where strollers cost more than my rent
Im high and we bent
Our friends are dealers who bend corners and win
But loose for life in the penitentiary tragic shit
Smoking under the moonlight imma master this
As a poet to hypnotize you
I would never decide to
Not speak i might of left
Sometimes but i would try to
Not leave
Our friends wear biggies biggies is a slang for marmot
The never buy them they steal them repeatedly like robots
Ok ok ok ok ok
The type of thing that might of happened on your block
Im just a block away from copious people
See my life its a sequel about me getting to the next block
Lately my stairs been having needles when will this shit stop
My broken elevator got me late for your bitch
Flaws in project buildings make me say this is shit
So as im holding my dick a plan
Would just pop up and flip
Like writing and biting on your favorite thats dead
I got sour on my block i smoked a sour for feb
My homie locked up cause the next block hired some feds
Our friends are fishes in nets waiting for life to start again
I pretend like im prince philip in bape in a benz
Riding where corners bend
Telling all my niggas to get in
I dont believe in religion no mind i give it
Not to be ignorant when i die i just want to fuck bitches
I want to go home to girls to keep my hopes high
Love me like sosa
And all i have to really say is abre la boca
Where im from is such a gemini
Two different sides
Dark and light but boring much
Unless your blunt got something special
Hold up whoadie
I forget everytime im rolling
Temporary cool mistake
Call it what you want
I call it boring
Im on my way to the land of diamonds
To feed my soul light and enlightened my mind to be honest
Im not dishonest like zodiacs i promise
But to be honest my life such a hydrolic
Car
So ironic
Cause yours is the same
What was different to me was tish a girl
If the jetsons build a plane for me i'll show her the world
But fuck hoes no anal i just need that next block
Niggas reblog what they desire or put it in their desktop
Fuck that
I throw cement on your thoughts now you have writers block
Im spitting blockbuster movies on your favorite writers block
Toothless niggas try biting on everything i got
Like this flow i have and this sweet tooth exotic weed that i copped
4x They call it what they want
So we all can smoke it
I must rest my achin thoughts on a bentley seat
Im chasing for it stepping hard and hell is underneath my feet
Thinking about a triple beam and crack cook it on the floor on heat
The thought repeats the life i seek is close to me that block i see
Lied to my mama stoled alot from her apologies
Nothing mattered when i acknowledged gs
Hoes would bother me ray charles to monogamy
They know what i write will outlast humanity
Polygamy propels my artistry
Heros in books are the only fathers that would father me
Father was not around me to be fatherly
But who am i to design fucks
Thats bad luck
Is it my fault he went missing like young buck
And across the street
Mile high windows affect my lack of sleep
Im teased and motivated mockin my tv screen
Mockin my radio singing along to what they bought theyre weed
Cars clothes they got for free
While im cravin for freedom dodgin police
4x Call it what you want
I call it boring
Our friends buried the sunset for moonlight
To catch a come up and have a story to soon write
About it to make us the niggas you despite
I doubt if
You'll say whatever we do is just right
Columbus avenue is empty as my stomach
Pockets
But you wouldn't know by the clothes that im covered in
College students
Confuse me for a stylist
But whats my life style?
Patiently we wait with bape on
To get our ape on
To Rob and take off
Back to amsterdam kill our identitys and take our face off
One oozi loaded ready no time for loading
This is no game and if it is than postpone it
A girl once said that i was getting skinny
Thats how i knew i had to get this money
No nigga wearing toms can press me thats funny
Im hungry
Tough luck being tough won't get me far but from me
Not knowing us we grab a guy from cpw
We told him smd constantly he felt uncomftable
He was gon do it when its a phrase we use
We try to rob him he screams loud like what we smoke
A goon not prudent said dear prudence hes getting smoked
I reply be prudent sincerely prudence
You never know
Gunshot
Rellys Fingers Are Stained Red From The Blood Of The Man
The Man In His Head That He Never Could Stand
He Yells In His Head And Blinds His View
Relly Call Out For Help But There’s Nothing He Can Do
He Now Guides Thoughts And Possess’ Relly Soul
Each More Minute With Him Leaves Relly Skin Feeling Cold
So As Relly Take His Last Breathe And He Lets Out His Last Laugh
And The Room Gets Dark While Relly is In The Blood Filled Bath
Manhattan amsterdam
Im from where strollers cost more than my rent
Im high and we bent
Our friends are dealers who bend corners and win
But loose for life in the penitentiary tragic shit
Smoking under the moonlight imma master this
As a poet to hypnotize you
I would never decide to
Not speak i might of left
Sometimes but i would try to
Not leave
Our friends wear biggies biggies is a slang for marmot
The never buy them they steal them repeatedly like robots
Ok ok ok ok ok
The type of thing that might of happened on your block
Im just a block away from copious people
See my life its a sequel about me getting to the next block
Lately my stairs been having needles when will this shit stop
My broken elevator got me late for your bitch
Flaws in project buildings make me say this is shit
So as im holding my dick a plan
Would just pop up and flip
Like writing and biting on your favorite thats dead
I got sour on my block i smoked a sour for feb
My homie locked up cause the next block hired some feds
Our friends are fishes in nets waiting for life to start again
I pretend like im prince philip in bape in a benz
Riding where corners bend
Telling all my niggas to get in
I dont believe in religion no mind i give it
Not to be ignorant when i die i just want to fuck bitches
I want to go home to girls to keep my hopes high
Love me like sosa
And all i have to really say is abre la boca
Where im from is such a gemini
Two different sides
Dark and light but boring much
Unless your blunt got something special
Hold up whoadie
I forget everytime im rolling
Temporary cool mistake
Call it what you want
I call it boring
Im on my way to the land of diamonds
To feed my soul light and enlightened my mind to be honest
Im not dishonest like zodiacs i promise
But to be honest my life such a hydrolic
Car
So ironic
Cause yours is the same
What was different to me was tish a girl
If the jetsons build a plane for me i'll show her the world
But fuck hoes no anal i just need that next block
Niggas reblog what they desire or put it in their desktop
Fuck that
I throw cement on your thoughts now you have writers block
Im spitting blockbuster movies on your favorite writers block
Toothless niggas try biting on everything i got
Like this flow i have and this sweet tooth exotic weed that i copped
4x They call it what they want
So we all can smoke it
I must rest my achin thoughts on a bentley seat
Im chasing for it stepping hard and hell is underneath my feet
Thinking about a triple beam and crack cook it on the floor on heat
The thought repeats the life i seek is close to me that block i see
Lied to my mama stoled alot from her apologies
Nothing mattered when i acknowledged gs
Hoes would bother me ray charles to monogamy
They know what i write will outlast humanity
Polygamy propels my artistry
Heros in books are the only fathers that would father me
Father was not around me to be fatherly
But who am i to design fucks
Thats bad luck
Is it my fault he went missing like young buck
And across the street
Mile high windows affect my lack of sleep
Im teased and motivated mockin my tv screen
Mockin my radio singing along to what they bought theyre weed
Cars clothes they got for free
While im cravin for freedom dodgin police
4x Call it what you want
I call it boring
Our friends buried the sunset for moonlight
To catch a come up and have a story to soon write
About it to make us the niggas you despite
I doubt if
You'll say whatever we do is just right
Columbus avenue is empty as my stomach
Pockets
But you wouldn't know by the clothes that im covered in
College students
Confuse me for a stylist
But whats my life style?
Patiently we wait with bape on
To get our ape on
To Rob and take off
Back to amsterdam kill our identitys and take our face off
One oozi loaded ready no time for loading
This is no game and if it is than postpone it
A girl once said that i was getting skinny
Thats how i knew i had to get this money
No nigga wearing toms can press me thats funny
Im hungry
Tough luck being tough won't get me far but from me
Not knowing us we grab a guy from cpw
We told him smd constantly he felt uncomftable
He was gon do it when its a phrase we use
We try to rob him he screams loud like what we smoke
A goon not prudent said dear prudence hes getting smoked
I reply be prudent sincerely prudence
You never know
Gunshot