TripOne - Viking Town lyrics

[Intro] I know I'm back, in the south Heard that smack, word of mouth Ha ha, ha-ha, ha ha, ha-ha Drop! [Hook] I know I'm back, in the south Heard that smack, word of mouth Ha ha, ha-ha, ha ha, ha-ha They gunning on you like rah! rah! rah! Keep gunning on you like rah! rah! rah! [Verse 1] I grew up in a town where some people got dreams Some people got big and those people got green And some would never make it, now ain't that about a b**h? Cause your life becomes a lie, when you rap about it rich And now everybody's joking Because they think they've seen it before The kid with the meanest of flows Came back cleaning the floors And some lazy little sh** smears never switch gears So I'm speeding past these super seniors in their sixth year I'm a new breed, conscious and aware of a lot Creativity: unstoppable, imperative now No business or science, I ain't tryna take the safe route Riding down the road less traveled, see how it play out Some say that I'm foolish, others say I'm clueless I'm not the first to do this, Mohamed Sanu did I hate I didn't know him when I see him in his place now Hope you feel that ten-fold when I'm on my way out So what the f** you gon' say now? [Hook] I know I'm back, in the south Heard that smack, word of mouth Ha ha, ha-ha, ha ha, ha-ha They gunning on you like rah! rah! rah! Keep gunning on you like rah! rah! rah! Everybody gunning, rah! rah! rah! Go and hit your bomb shelters 'fore they drop! drop! drop! [Bridge] They gunning on you rah! rah! rah! Keep gunning on you like rah! rah! rah! Everybody gunning, rah! rah! rah! Go and hit your bomb shelters 'fore they drop! drop! drop! [Verse 2] In suburban America, source of all the hysteria Not one of the teachers know, and neither of the parents are Aware, do they even care of the burdens bared? Hurting their child's brain cells, puffing the pressure out into the air Weed smelling like teen spirit, no wonder why we fear it Falling further into it the more they keep near it Come to the party and we'll all be relaxing Now come and take a drag of this bong that we pa**ing We need muscle relaxers after all these f**ing disasters Almost trashed by some lame a** ba*tard This dude needs a pastor, I heard he couldn't take it no more So this morning, when he burst through the door, he said I rolled out into Trenton, found a Colt 1911 Then he pressed it in the presence of the freshman who just got here He let them go, it's the seniors he wants shot dead And everybody says it's cause he was a pot head Or I heard from homie, he got issues home with mom and dad Not realizing in this school he never got a chance He went to prom alone, embarra**ed, never got to dance Group projects, no one want him, never got a glance Found a guy who sold pot, copping all the strains Cause it got him in a gang, plus it's stopping all the pain He's always heartbroken so he's numbing his chest But in the long term, it made him dumb and depressed And when he went home, he noticed nothing was left Cause his parents both bugging, they told him "don't f**ing Come in this house, we ain't gonna raise no stoner" So he walked the streets living as a full-time loner Money ran out, and dealers never hand out blunts Now he's grabbing at this girl that he asked out once She rejected, now she's screaming "you need some help" He said "don't you try to f**ing blame no one but yourself Everybody, get out now or you're gonna die Except for this one, don't try to save her now cause she's mine" So he waited until after everyone evacuated to the rafters And spoke to that girl his last words "I was never accepted, now it's making me sick So if I die, you're coming with me, cause you started this sh**" Then he gave her a kiss, touched temples together Said "f** mental disease" and gave that metal a squeeze