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Voltage

— comehelpglo bandlab archives 3/6 — 


This is still a juice page, gonna make a separate acct for these moving forward but figured I’d post these here in case any of yall fw him as well

comehelpglo - Constantly Disturbed in My Own Skin

Yo, this life treating me well, man I’ve kicked feet up,
Gold in the grave, when it's time to meet the reaper,
Cut cuffed, slap on the wrist, was just a misdemeanour,
Handle business by the books, this is standard procedure.

Now G’s hot, everybody wants a feature,
Pricetag heavy, can’t negotiate cheaper,
The details, the cadence, resemble something sweeter,
If I could sing man I’d be the black Justin Bieber.

Decode the code of the rhyme,
A peek into a goat nigga’s mind,
Reminding you niggas, that I’m still on my grind,
See when I shine, you bitches finna go blind.

Late nights scribblin', dreamin’ of stacks,
From council house livin’ to blowin’ up tracks,
Government landlord tryna hold me back,
But I’m spittin’ flames, they ain't ready for the facts.

Demand on me, draw fast like a handgun,
Clapham or Camden, always roll with the mandem,
Writin’ in the dark, yeah, it all came from the heart,
Needed just a spark, now I’m breakin’ apart.

Yo, this life treating me well, man I’ve kicked feet up,
Gold in the grave, when it's time to meet the reaper,
Cut cuffed, slap on the wrist, was just a misdemeanour,
Handle business by the books, this is standard procedure.

Now G’s hot, everybody wants a feature,
Pricetag heavy, can’t negotiate cheaper,
The details, the cadence, resemble something sweeter,
If I could sing man I’d be the black Justin Bieber.

Could’ve been out trappin’, dodgin’ the heat,
You had shots aimed, mine was a double, no defeat,
In this dunya, how can I heal?
Seekin’ something surreal or just somethin’ real.

Lead with my charm, these weapons can’t harm,
It was written man, I’m the eye in the storm,
Challenges were tough, had to weather the shit,
But I’m standin’ tall, got no time for the split.

These roads get grimy, yeah, it’s all in the south,
Play the wrong cards, and an opp will take you out,
Spent time in the wards, hidin’ in the crib,
Could’ve been in the bando with powder and a sieve.


RUNNIN

Derrick Ingram

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