Prod. By @BuddahSPK - July Flowers lyrics

[Verse 1: Kullizun] Losing all my sight Inside my mind where I remind Myself of all the troubles haunting me With every skip of life Punctured twice in both my eyes Discrete but surely all the lies Will never f**in compromise The family ties that hold me down And held me back like all this time You'll never see me cross that line b**hes plenty by the plenty They just keep waiting in line I got mine so don't you mind We all just evil darker sides Of what we were as little kids But now we've seen a thousand lives Baby, baby, numb me down and give me all you got Smokin' pot like its the rock, crack c**aine addicted, watch Kurt Kobane will make the shots as the teens will take the shots And the spirit in the building manifests like creepin' cops Keep on movin', don't you stop Even if you wanna clock How forever will take hours, but for minutes, we don't got We got streets to make us tough No one else to blame but us Let us fall under the rule of getting thrown under the bus [Hook: Kullizun] Its July Flowers Powdered, doused in gun powder by the hour Shouters, stay near ears, we bring the showers Start relief at 4:20, its my favorite way to tower No longer outer shelled, inner ones breaking World is ours for the taking Springs another f**ing making Of a cla**ic circle baking Cashing bowls right after sparking Feel the marking on my lips after a kiss Its my anarchy [Verse 2: Kullizun] We fighting for the things that don't exist in other realms Catch a smell of the pollution that's been rotting down in hell Like a snail, we moving forward but for what the future tells I got tales to let you know that we are never meant to hail Crusades over decades, this method that we have We love it so much that we k** lacking hesitation f**in' nation, f** inflation, pay for sh** we always makin' One man's trash is mine for takin', I got room for all the hatin' New school these old broads got new clues for old dogs Them old tricks don't work ya'll, we strugglin' to pay off Those bills, oh the bills, we'll be lost and found in thrills But the moment we don't want it seems we'll never make the mils f**in' bills, oh the chills, feeling lost and found in pills I will throw up all the chemicals to make my stomach feel More than real, more than ill, holy hell my greatest fail Life cast of an outcast will never heal this broken shell [Hook] Its July Flowers Powdered, doused in gun powder by the hour Shouters, stay near ears, we bring the showers Start relief at 4:20, its my favorite way to tower No longer outer shelled, inner ones breaking World is ours for the taking Springs another f**ing making Of a cla**ic circle baking Cashing bowls right after sparking Feel the marking on my lips after a kiss Its my anarchy