OTHERSIDE (feat. Sickboyrari)
by Bladee
From the album: Cold Visions
Duration: 02:35
Lyrics for OTHERSIDE (feat. Sickboyrari)
Aah (Cold Visions) Hash from Norway, twice the price Half alive and sleep deprived Nothing works, but sleep don't hurt Dirty life, baptized in dirt In my soul, a growing hole Void that spreads out of control Panic that became the norm Out of fear, a child is born Only calm once in the storm Faith in stars I can't afford Time pass by and brought me more Yet I'm weaker than before Learned some more and lost some more But I know less than before And on stage, I am a- And I hold my face to floor Dance on the edge of the blade To do a raid on the rave We burn some sage just in case Toxic waste to the face (Yes, sir) We in V6s, no plates We burning through the terrain Fuck what it is, does it hit? I got so rich off the spit I post a pic, now you're pissed I'll put your friends on the list I'll pay your rent for the year Take care of you when you're sick I'll throw myself in a ditch (Aah) I'll hurt myself if you wish Crawling in the sewer with a axe on the side Dark tinted windows on the whip, let's ride Alligator shoes, everything reptile Only I can talk about the night, it's mine (Working on dying) Searching for destruction under blue street lights Hoodie on my head, sunglasses, dress shoes tied (It's crazy) Seen so many friends that strayed from the light Baby is it fine? But shit, I'm still doing lines It's bad Even on a paradise island, I'm in hell in my mind Even if I'm smiling, just know that I'm fighting (Kill, kill, dumbass) I'm sick, yeah, I know Just keep it on the low Thuggin' in the field by my lone (Lone) I push the button in the car and hear it vroom (Vroom) I got racks in my pocket like a phone With the gang, know we flyer than a drone I'm with the gang throwing up 4s, yelling "Shalom" (Shalom) I'm with twin, locked in, that's my clone Me and Bladee start to sing like some crows Take 'em through the swedish woods, they gon' know Pop out with my gang through the trees like some creatures KTS the scene, leave 'em bloody, but we ain't gon' bleach it Euro coupe screechin' Bloody like some leeches Crowed up, stop the scene, then we get to beepin' Crowed up, stop the scene, then we get to geekin' For real though It get real glarious