SS by Lex_Talionis - Zona

SS by Lex_Talionis - Zona

Lyrics

I got ‘em thinking it was somethin’ that it wasn’t

Stars is cheap, they come a dime a dozen

Look up, get an eyeful, there’s a sky full

I make it crack like a shot from out a rifle x2

You need false hope to fuel ya fake dreams

I can only suggest one thing — go and get you a Bible

Take notes, notice fact is fiction

Turn ya back on the real, truth still tower like the Eiffel

Success is failure’s number one rival

Pain’s the only thing that can break this vicious cycle

You can’t cure this kind of sick with no NyQuil

Got ‘em out here producin’ salt water by the eyeful

This is real life… this my life, fool

You can ask my wife

I stab, shoot, and fight

Don’t believe in wrong or right

Only time I ever feel right

Is in the darkness of the night

My life’s path lit, illuminated by the moonlight

I keep my game too tight

[Verse 2]

Twice a week on that afternoon flight

I’m in the zone, I remember

When I had to beg to get a loan

Used to talk to myself and sit alone

A lost soul on the roam, wit no home

So close to death, a ghost

A soldier standin’ post, I remain afloat

Wit no hope, I struggle to cope

Constantly I’m takin’ mental notes

Never accept nothin’ short, I want the most

Fasho I ain’t the average Joe

Not ya regular type

More like the risin’ sun, I’m shootin’ stars

I’m out this world like the planet Mars

But you can call me Alcatraz

‘Cause I’m overflowin’ wit bars

I don’t do shit else but go hard

Got an old soul covered in scars

Came so far since I discovered the art

Power surge in my mouth, I spit sparks

Whip sick cars

Slide nothin’ but black or platinum cards

[Final Chorus – x2 again, maybe let the beat ride out on the second repeat]

You need false hope to fuel ya fake dreams

I can only suggest one thing — go and get you a Bible

Take notes, notice fact is fiction

Turn ya back on the real, truth still tower like the Eiffel

Success is failure’s number one rival

Pain’s the only thing that can break this vicious cycle

You can’t cure this kind of sick with no NyQuil

Got ‘em out here producin’ salt water by the eyeful

This is real life… this my life, fool

You can ask my wife…

I stab shoot and fight don't believe in wrong or right

wut I do believe is

only time I ever feel right

is in darkness of the night

my lifes paths lit

illuminated

by the moon lite

I keeps my game too tight

twice a week on that afternoon flight

I'm in the zone I remember

when I had to beg to get a lone

used to talk to myself and sit alone

a lost soul on the roam

wit no home

so close to death a ghost

a solider standin post

i remain afloat

wit no hope

I struggle to cope

constantly I'm taken mental notes

never except nuttin short

I want the most

fuhsho I ain't the average joe

not ya regular type

more like the rising sun I'm shootin stars

I'm out this world like the planet Mars

but you can call me Alcatraz

cuz I'm overflowing wit bars

I don't do shit else but go hard

got a old soul covered in scars came so far since I discovered the art

power surge in my mouth I spit sparks