CriSis Beats - Kissland lyrics

[Intro] [Verse 1: Tech$ Finesse] Yea' I got dem flows Comin all wit the white b**h got the Micheal Jackson doe' Simmie Simmie That black tech Callin me that hot mess Sweating like the devil in the pool pit teeth still hurting from biting them bullets No such thing as shame when your pains so vein you love doing things the hard way So took bait locked yourself in that cage can't learn from your own mistakes Who's the victim in this case? You looking more like a defendant but the funny thing your the only witness Hope ya' got a good lawyer you can't win this You know gods the judge the prosecutor is love your burdens on E' Now you at the pump filling it up Rest in Peace Pimp C No mistakes no such thing as luck only fate Consequences don't give a f** that's bold or dumb you tell me which one I say either or in room full of wrongs Is this right door in a room full of songs? I S this the right chord? Praying so hard got my knees sore don't know how to love sure ain't doing things right Why'd you give me this life your angels what's my heart for a mind can be a lethal weapon with no direction You ain't the only with problems remember that next time your stressin' I drink the fruit of lies and compromise your plan to deviate me from my demise I'm so ashamed cause I know I can't hide behind my lies but still try but for my truth There's no disguise help me cause I'm falling in love with parodies And these parasites keep me up all night what's life when I'm living to die like 2Pac I see d**h around the corner but only god can judge me So I'm sorry your honor and sorry I never liked my mama growing up I caused a couple problems Even Dr. Phil couldn't solve em' picked up that steel six shot revolver but what goes comes around That just karma and I'm sorry dad coma I'm just like my moms fell in love with dolla' and it just tears me apart all the time I wasted shooting in the dark [Verse 2: Tech$ Finesse] Yeah' I never got it But I went and flaunt Got this money like I'm Superman I get on it But you know they callin' me that hot mess I pull up with that tech 9 Tech Mac 9 Shoot you with that Glock 5 Put you in a headlock b**hes think I'm going in but I'm really not Kissland that's Crisis That's Crisis (x2)