willcapone – Collide Lyrics

Collide – willcapone Lyrics

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Alright

Hm, hm

I say

Okay, I’ll be wrong this time, my lil' brother dumb all he know is to slide

I like to creep, we get close to ya mind

Cause ain't no fuckin' runnin' with holes in yo mind

KJ lost two of his dreads and got left for dead

I see his soul in the sky

Really ain't clickin' with shit, you a bitch with some money

I was waitin' for that door to get wide

Worry about me, bae?, I'm overly high

I'm overly fried, my opps be overly dyin'

Take shit till I'm overly tired

Run up, leave you overly whacked

Better give that shit up, put this pole to ya spine

Make your motherfuckin' bones dividе

Magic bitch want me to hold the sack

High off the drugs, I'm floatin' insidе

He don't even know who killed him, I go in disguised

Bitches be broke and they know I'm the crash

So I'm droppin' some shit, you gon' know I'm inside

Damn near pull up on side, and put holes through his ride

How could I respect him?, he told on the guys

Kill you or whatever, still throw it in the air

I remember the window and blow through the glass

Leave you fucked up while you shopping

Boy, these motherfuckers douchin' just for throwin' up signs

Brains in the wood, we roll 'em a ton

I like the violence, promote it for fun

Fuckin' with the hottest, I'm colder than 'em

I'm hittin' his arm his shoulder was done

Dropped it too quick, he wasn't holdin' his gun

You want to smoke?, It can take over your lungs

This the Mike Tyson the overly punched

Catch his ass out at the car, leave his ass flooding on some

Okay, I’ll be wrong this time, my lil' brother dumb all he know is to slide

I like to creep, we get close to ya mind

Cause ain't no fuckin' runnin' with holes in yo mind

KJ lost two of his dreads and got left for dead

I see his soul in the sky

Really ain't clickin' with shit, you a bitch with some money

I was waitin' for that door to get wide

Worry about me, bae?, I'm overly high

I'm overly fried, my opps be overly dyin'

Take shit till I'm overly tired

Run up, leave you overly whacked

Better give that shit up, put this pole to ya spine

Make your motherfuckin' bones divide

Magic bitch want me to hold the sack

High off the drugs, I'm floatin' inside

He don't even know who killed him, I go in disguised

Bitches be broke and they know I'm the crash

So I'm droppin' some shit, you gon' know I'm inside

Damn near pull up on side, and put holes through his ride

How could I respect him?, he told on the guys

Kill you or whatever, still throw it in the air

I remember the window and blow through the glass

Leave you fucked up while you shopping

Boy, these motherfuckers douchin' just for throwin' up signs

Brains in the wood, we roll 'em a ton

I like the violence, promote it for fun

Fuckin' with the hottest, I'm colder than 'em

I'm hittin' his arm his shoulder was done

Dropped it too quick, he wasn't holdin' his gun

You want to smoke?, It can take over your lungs

This the Mike Tyson the overly punched

Catch his ass out at the car, leave his ass flooding on some