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chris kept - nightmare on leander rd lyrics

[intro:]
how’s it going guys?
oh yeah, ok (its whatever)
(don’t need no eyes homie)
mhm, (don’t need no eyes)

[verse:]
yeah, my bad habits keep surfacing like a hat rabbit, (ta_da)
the way i spend it they telling me ima cash addict, (cha_ching)
still rag fashioned though, never really ask for more
just pull up with the homies then hangout somewhere till after close, (uhh, you have to go)
back on the road but i’m running out of gas
tell the dealer hit me, he always be asking (“how is that?”) (let’s gamble)
sh_t, i might just need a little help to find my house in fact
(in fact) my head is over yonder, it’s heading up to the clouds and back, (it goes around real fast)
i found that rationalizing make me seem more crazy (crazy)
poor baby thought i’d sell out and get her a new mercedes (she crazy)
my taste in women cost me no wonder most of my ex’s hate me
my last one tried to put a spell on me to go to hades (she’s really crazy)
ladies, ladies please, i’ve been the star of satan’s team
the sinners life was made for me, he told me in some sacred dream (wait what?)
sh_t, i’ve been patiently making beats watching heaven fold
with the devil on my cold shoulder, and that’s why h_ll is froze, (now i’m selling souls)
and on my right i got the most beautiful angel
but heard if i need to can just distract her with some cable
and now that i, got a free mind, the high be feeling devine
bouta go and try these five star restaurants by the beach side, (the whole team gotta eat)
actually ima be fine in this studio all by myself
might as well toss another wish in to clear the lies we tell
don’t want em’ traveling farther than orion’s belt
used to wonder how the fire felt but now i’m tryna melt (aw yeah)
probably cause i, dripped way too much acid onto the tab again
but still it helped me realize all i got is fake and bat sh_t friends
like few are ever glad i win, probably why the raps don’t end
still tryna prove i’m shining like the moon to get my ass a kiss
there’s ashes in my necklace, really think i care you left without saying a word to me?
my life, i live it perfectly
our time was just a fork in road
oh you poor little soul, i’m out here with the criminals doing way more than you know
(“alright, listen chris, you gone’ be the get away driver”)
i’ll pull off any job long as muh’f_ckers can get me higher
just need a little more, (aw yeah)
then i can show you what my vision holds
swear people say they do but don’t listen though
can you repeat everything that i just said back to me?
actually you muh’f_ckers probably can’t even rap or sing
too busy tapping screens to ever let your asses think
it’s why i feel i can take over this whole game with only half my team, (yeah)
i’m, sitting on a hill of tracks and beats and most will probably never see the light of day like pastor speak, (praise god)
all of this just cause a version of me had a dream
huh, now it’s subconscious like i how i have to breathe
and all you b_st_rds see is that i’ve lost it, nah
i’m just doing what i have to cause life holds me hostage
the cost it great for doing what they try to automate
i’ve lost my faith in all they do cause now im sure that all it’s fake
but when i show em’ sumn all they do is nod and say: “umm, compared to everybody else i’m not amazed”, (f_ck outta here)
you phonies wouldn’t get it
i’m over heads that’s why you looking fed up
then probably disconnect when they put me next up
not for the faint of heart, cause of all i have to do raise the bar
so i pick up the pen like i’m painting art
just been lining up my shot
see? on the court i’m mari bach, ‘mire the moves
the way she do it gets real f_cking hot
i like to smoke a lil ‘fore we start rubbing our spots
(she said), “can’t you just be sober ‘round me?”
you want it or not?
guess it’s f_ck what i’m feeling i’ll stare at the ceiling
till all my problems in my head go away, or till my dead in the grave
don’t know how i got my b_tches swear my thoughts malicious
always up and leave em’ b_tt naked and say wrong type of christian
i had her shakin’ in that dog position, (oh that’s the spot)
the way i do it has been proven to corrupt, even your god been sinning, (woah)

- chris kept

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