Devon Culbert - Onnist lyrics

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Devon Culbert - Onnist lyrics

[Produced by Omito] [Verse 1: Devon Culbert] Staring at the ceiling, a perfect composition May this blunt filled with my feelings be my only competition Broke men make poor decisions, but the wisest die alone While they sittin' on they throne with a crown full of them thorns Or maybe it was gold with a chalice of Patron While they losin' all control I just roll and then let go Bring it back before a show and then lose it by the weekend Depression sinkin', I just throw up and start tweakin' Off of that limelight, my memories in hindsight My star ain't really shine bright so I ain't really alright All night, I'm like hand me a shot of Jäger Couple missed calls but I say I'll hit ‘em later But I never did, no one's ever been this lost I got the information but really what was the cost? Drunk off my a**, grippin' the flask, I pa** out Aces and jacks, gamblin' stack I'mma man now [Interlude: Sample] [Verse 2: Malcolm "Chop" Smalls] So hurt but the days go on, I hate how faith goes wrong Gotta work 'til you break your bones, sh** gotta pay these loans Feelin' like take these phones, these things don't make me grown Will somebody play these songs, everyday I pray we on, I know, I know... Tryna make em understand be a fan of the flow Get so deep but I'm standing alone, burn these discs tryna brand on the low sh** get jammed every chance I'mma blow, should I plan being dope, tap dance for the dough? Why live life doin' things that you loath, my uncle Mike got cancer in his throat Before everything's pitch black, I'ma make this last and I meant that Rip tracks, only lax for a kickback, make em hit 'til ya brain get whiplash Waited so long shouldn't of did that, now I'm on the straight path no zig-zags Anytime I lose I'mma get back, think big let the small talkers chit chat Gimme somethin' I could call my own, this is all I've known I'm rebellin' all this if there's levels to this sh**, throw a fist, in the gist, I'm Solange Got a gift, so I rap it, thank god for the pa**ion, From the floor that I used as a mattress To the top, no attic, but I got's to have it [Interlude/Outro: Sample]