On The Prowl by Tristin John Huerta Lyrics
HOOK:
( 4 months
A million cunts
Every nigga stay tryna stunt
I'm on the prowl, on the hunt
In a cave, chained like a motherfucking slave
Sold my soul so I can't be saved)
VERSE 1:
4 months
Let's fucking slave
You ain't gonna see me much, like I'm living in a cave
Sold my soul now I can't be saved
Mentality kinda changed
Like it committed suicide and hanged
Now I'm feeling hopeless
Just one big fucking mess
Feels like I'm gaining, less and less and less
Got a keep a blunt lit because I'm always stressed and stressed and stressed(echo three times)
Talking about time, I'll go in depth
Feeling like its stolen from me
Call it theft
Taking so many shots in my fucking vest
Feels like I'm Kanye West
And me and Kim just had sex
White boy, I ain't gotta flex
HOOK:
( 4 months
A million cunts
Every nigga stay tryna stunt
I'm on the prowl, on the hunt
In a cave, chained like a motherfucking slave
Sold my soul so I can't be saved)
VERSE 2:
I still got haters waving at me
Wanting to smoke that OG tree
But they don't know the real me
The knowledge I have that they need
They will never know or see
I'm so weird it's brilliantly unique
They don't understand so they start to critique
Coming at me trying to win, I'll put
You in past with defeat
I can't be fucking beat
I'm rawer than the rawest raw meat
And I'm a pretty boy so my style is always neat
So good we don't gotta cheat
Like Khalifa in that movie
Staying stoned like shaggy and scoobie
So faded we make all the hoes show us their boobies
Smoking doobies, eating munchies
My life feels like a joke and it should be funny
But in all honesty
I lost every bit of sanity
And it's really starting to scare me
Feeling like I'm an actor trying to act normally
But in truth my life fell apart dramatically
I realized there is no such thing as time and reality
Everything is in your mind
I committed the worst crime
Questioning life in a rhyme
Time is make believe
Why can't you people see
Mental illness is slowly killing me
HOOK:
( 4 months
A million cunts
Every nigga stay tryna stunt
I'm on the prowl, on the hunt
In a cave, chained like a motherfucking slave
Sold my soul so I can't be saved)
VERSE 3:
Hell is becoming something that I can't escape
Surrounded by all these fucking snakes
Just trying to use people to make cake
Sounds something kinda like Drake
But I be staying baked
Other wise I would blow my head off with a shotty
I still got white girls being naughty
Taking their clothes off just to let me see their sexy body
But at the end of the night I'm alone
Smelling like weed cologne
Always stoned
Sick of all these hoes I boned
What a motherfucking joke
Got bitches that have coke
And Wanna smoke
Maybe even get poked
They like it rough so they get fucking choked
Uh ohhhhhhhhhhhh
HOOK X2:
( 4 months
A million cunts
Every nigga stay tryna stunt
I'm on the prowl, on the hunt
In a cave, chained like a motherfucking slave
Sold my soul so I can't be saved)
( 4 months
A million cunts
Every nigga stay tryna stunt
I'm on the prowl, on the hunt
In a cave, chained like a motherfucking slave
Sold my soul so I can't be saved)
VERSE 1:
4 months
Let's fucking slave
You ain't gonna see me much, like I'm living in a cave
Sold my soul now I can't be saved
Mentality kinda changed
Like it committed suicide and hanged
Now I'm feeling hopeless
Just one big fucking mess
Feels like I'm gaining, less and less and less
Got a keep a blunt lit because I'm always stressed and stressed and stressed(echo three times)
Talking about time, I'll go in depth
Feeling like its stolen from me
Call it theft
Taking so many shots in my fucking vest
Feels like I'm Kanye West
And me and Kim just had sex
White boy, I ain't gotta flex
HOOK:
( 4 months
A million cunts
Every nigga stay tryna stunt
I'm on the prowl, on the hunt
In a cave, chained like a motherfucking slave
Sold my soul so I can't be saved)
VERSE 2:
I still got haters waving at me
Wanting to smoke that OG tree
But they don't know the real me
The knowledge I have that they need
They will never know or see
I'm so weird it's brilliantly unique
They don't understand so they start to critique
Coming at me trying to win, I'll put
You in past with defeat
I can't be fucking beat
I'm rawer than the rawest raw meat
And I'm a pretty boy so my style is always neat
So good we don't gotta cheat
Like Khalifa in that movie
Staying stoned like shaggy and scoobie
So faded we make all the hoes show us their boobies
Smoking doobies, eating munchies
My life feels like a joke and it should be funny
But in all honesty
I lost every bit of sanity
And it's really starting to scare me
Feeling like I'm an actor trying to act normally
But in truth my life fell apart dramatically
I realized there is no such thing as time and reality
Everything is in your mind
I committed the worst crime
Questioning life in a rhyme
Time is make believe
Why can't you people see
Mental illness is slowly killing me
HOOK:
( 4 months
A million cunts
Every nigga stay tryna stunt
I'm on the prowl, on the hunt
In a cave, chained like a motherfucking slave
Sold my soul so I can't be saved)
VERSE 3:
Hell is becoming something that I can't escape
Surrounded by all these fucking snakes
Just trying to use people to make cake
Sounds something kinda like Drake
But I be staying baked
Other wise I would blow my head off with a shotty
I still got white girls being naughty
Taking their clothes off just to let me see their sexy body
But at the end of the night I'm alone
Smelling like weed cologne
Always stoned
Sick of all these hoes I boned
What a motherfucking joke
Got bitches that have coke
And Wanna smoke
Maybe even get poked
They like it rough so they get fucking choked
Uh ohhhhhhhhhhhh
HOOK X2:
( 4 months
A million cunts
Every nigga stay tryna stunt
I'm on the prowl, on the hunt
In a cave, chained like a motherfucking slave
Sold my soul so I can't be saved)