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HIGH AT NOON feat r00k
PRODUCED BY YOURS TRULY

HIGH AT NOON (feat. r00k)

YuzuZest

Lyrics:
Eyelids heavy, Drove the Chevy to the levy
Wambalam black Betty, John Gotti come to get me
Snow bank with the yeti, teary eyed from dank smoke
Hold it til ya choke and let the cold wind blow it
Hold the phone, don’t stare, stop and take a photo
Picture stack the words, dune runnin’ on the moto
X - what’s next, I rock a mustache fresh
Irish billy club to chest, if ya take another step
Brass knuckle set, 1897 wreck
Regret sets in and ya left in cold sweat
Steam whistle screamin’, red and blue on the scene
Neglected in ya adolescence makes you wanna drink
And if you turn into a fiend slim chance of comin’ clean
Keep ya eyes on the green and you can tolerate the sting
Matchbox, kerosene, stay consistent with the theme
Crooked politician cookin’ up another scheme
Nightmare America, this is not the dream
Shots popped off, streets painted with the screams
Cowhide holster, gun slingin’ old west
Bullseye steady one foot above the chest
Lead runnin’ with the wind, cross ready, laid to rest
Gitty up, guns set, ride into sunset
Stick ‘em up, get ‘em up, move ‘em out, move ‘em up,
Smack ‘em up, light ‘em up, ask me if I, UGH (give a F)
Click, clack Johnny cash boom chicka, boom bap
Boom, better move that, jackin up ya Cadillac
Hold that, let me retract make room I’m bringin’ doom
Shovelin’ a tomb in a blood red moon
Doomsday is coming soon so good afternoon
I’m the bearer of the bad news
Standin’ with a dynamite stick with a match lit to the fuse
Hand in the air and I’m lookin’ at you
Dead eye steady in the fire and flame
Deranged strange killa stay callin’ my name
I’m granite rocksteady all pain-no gain
Beast slain in the night by the ghost rider gang
I’m lightin’ up the sky cuz my arsenal’s heavy
Don’t understand why just know that I’m ready
You can check the rest, I like me beer in bottle necks
No this is not a test keep calm, don’t stress
Drop bombs on the rest and I’ll be beatin’ my chest
In the dangerfield, yelliin’ cuz I get no respect
No rest, I never stand still or stall
I’m all in it with the full haul choppin’ trees call me Paul
Comin’ after ya’ll I got my boots strapped
Lumber jack, with my axe back hacking away
Red beard on the take I’m here takin’ the cake
Pain’ stakin’ and fake, a blood oath on the stake
World’s end on the verge heard across the earth
The birth of a new curse and I’m jumpin’ to first
Of the race, no wait, no, ya can’t fight fate
Can’t lay the groundwork with no work and all wait
That’s why ya heads fogged up, It’s like ya huffin’ on paint
Gotta hole in ya bucket make haste, it’s checkmate
But hold up wait I got a little more a comin’
My nose plugged up and I’m ready to plummet
Wrist rocket cocked with a buck shot comin’
Stompin’ through the town with a bass knockin’ bumpin
It’s all in a day of what you make summon
Phase one’s done now ain’t that somethin?
Maintain bein’ great never start from nothin’
Gotta ace in the hole there’s no callin’ my bluffin
Savage on the beat, so to speak, head crushin’
My flow’s so steady cuz I never try rushin’

Doomsday

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