Netty Cee — Boom (PROD. DJ IDEA)

Like A Reggae Song- Samu

Pacific Love Band   Nikita Remix 2023.mp3

Good times - JET (ft. ForeignKeezy)

THE INSTRUMENTALS

No More You (Instrumental)

The One💕- NeshaV

[Hook]
Pour a forty, spark the green
World keep bleeding, can’t stay clean
Pour a forty, spark the green
Numb the screams that live in me
Pour a forty, spark the green
Graveyard shift inside my dreams
Pour a forty, spark the green
Till the pain don’t feel a thing

[Verse 1]
Concrete coliseum, colic cries from cracked pavilions
Mothers mourn in mausoleums built from broken children
Sirens sing symphonies, symphony of shattered millions
I inhale the incense, exhale the tension, tension thick as villains
Rent due, rent souls, rent control on hope
Landlord laugh in gold, while we choke on rope
Bulletproof the coupe but can’t bulletproof the throat
When the reaper send a quote, even armor turn to smoke
So I twist the cap, crack the seal, let the brown baptize
Forty ounces of forgiveness for the sins I can’t excise
Weed a woven wreath of mercy on the altar of demise
Light it, breathe it, grieve it, till the grief crystallize

[Hook]
Pour a forty, spark the green
World keep bleeding, can’t stay clean
Pour a forty, spark the green
Numb the screams that live in me
Pour a forty, spark the green
Graveyard shift inside my dreams
Pour a forty, spark the green
Till the pain don’t feel a thing

[Verse 2]
Streetlights flicker like the pulse of dying stars
Kids trade innocence for iron, innocence for scars
Politicians pimp the promise, promise turn to farce
We just tryna dodge the karma speeding in the dark
Corner store cathedral, cash the check for liquid grace
Forty holy water, wash the bloodstain off my face
Blunt a burning bush that speak in clouds of purple haze
Every puff a prayer the plague don’t take another day
Mama crying at the stove, stove don’t feed the grief
Daddy ghost since ninety-four, ninety-four no peace
So I toast the empty room, room echo with defeat
Pour a little on the ground for every soul beneath

[Bridge]
Ash fall slow like snow in hell
Clock tick loud but time don’t tell
Heart still beat but soul don’t swell
Pour another, ring the bell

[Verse 3]
Liquor liver quiver, quiver turn to quake
Quake birth cracks inside the psyche no duct tape
Tape the wounds, wounds still weep
Weep turn rivers, rivers deep
Deep inside the trench where broken angels never sleep
Weed a fragile bridge across the void I barely keep
Forty fluid scripture written on the curb in cheap
Ink of malt and misery, misery my only creed
Billboard say succeed, but the block say bleed
So I lean into the lean, let the lean become the lead
Lead me where the ledgers close and debts no longer read

[Final Hook]
Pour a forty, spark the green
World still bleeding, still unclean
Pour a forty, spark the green
Scream my silence through the steam
Pour a forty, spark the green
Till tomorrow lose its sting
Pour a forty, spark the green
Then I pour another ring

[Outro]
Forty and some weed
Cause the ghetto never freed
Forty and some weed
Till the ghetto bury me

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