Conejo - Stormy Thursday lyrics

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Conejo - Stormy Thursday lyrics

Got ah legion to the street, where the treacherous vivid Ah hypnotic crew, that's the way that I'm living The mind travel, I don't need no prove Ah tune of terror, spring play the truth And it's chilling, the upside of fear I'm the last man standing, ruth pours no tears Hell in session, the belly of the beast On ah midnight express with ah first cla** seat That's ah ride, with the deadly drifter Ese no remorse, unextortion inflictor Where you at, that's your burial ground My revenge, is so profound Tough corner, the deluxe edition Ah broker dreams, that's encrypt with mission Off the record, I'm ah hit man gambler And that could tell you something about my case debater Ah Stormy Thursday you could die the worse way Got the boom box playing new sh** from Cold play I'm cold man, and I payed my due's So this pound right here is for personal use I made the news, on ah Stormy Thursday Homie C Mac-11 got the gangster work play So no way, you could enter the dead end If you ain't from the hache then your bound to get it It got me walking, the twilight path Ah nocturnal k**er, that's build to last This ah thriller, on the horizon Gats all around when I summence the violence Convicted, the tiny radical crimey It's ah right of pa**age, send the wolfs to find me Million bullets, from the butcher shop The march of d**h, it just don't stop They want some justice, for ah browm a** quiff Cus everything I flow sound good with the beat This are the memoirs, of an anarchist I gotta keep it real, I was timing this Aggression, got me gripping the Uzi Taking ah risk, ah pirhana jacuzzi Let it slow, ah c**aine explosion I've been chasing dragons homie that's my compulsion Ah Stormy Thursday you could die the worst way Got the boom box playing new sh** from Cold play I'm cold man, and I payed my due's So this pound right here is for personal use I made the news, On ah Stormy Thursday Homie C Mac-11 got the gangster work play So no way, you could enter the dead end If you ain't from the hache then your bound to get it I woke up, on ah rainy morning In the studio all night, new album recording It was concerning, events on my life sh** about this wars in my spiritual life I called up, for ah pound of smoke I met 'im in the bar, like ah tiny lok I check the product, I took ah whiff It'll put you on the edge, push your a** off the cliff I was followed, as I was getting my dough The f**ing under covers wanna end my song I'm toe to toe, with all my foe's Shout out to cartoon, down aske road Ese back to decision as I listen to tracks Rolling up some blunts from my indica sack They gave more, ah West Coast recession Weak a** case I was out three seconds Ah Stormy Thursday you could die the worst way Got the boom box playing new sh** from Cold play I'm cold man, and I payed my due's So this pound right here is for personal use I made the news, on ah Stormy Thursday Homie C Mac-11 got the gangster work play So no way, you could enter the dead end If you ain't from the hache then your bound to get it