lirik lagu francois dillinger - shoulder kiss
[verse: francois dillinger]
ink spilling in my notebook, it’s blood for the pain
writing these raps, trying to bring about some change
so f-ck a sleeve, i’ll pour my heart out on this page
these verses are my life i live them out everyday
look, talk that bullsh-t i’ll cut you off like kendrick
cause everybody knows i pull strings like jimi hendrix
the devil’s advocate, but the lord’s angel
if i’m employed by both, it’s hard to remain faithful
see i can feed you food for thought. here, here’s a plateful
but you can’t stomach that sh-t cause the truth’s so spiteful
at times i feel like cobain, wanna grab the riffle
but on top of my head is that motherf-cking lightbulb
reminding me of my sister, saying i can’t leave her
so i just punch a whole in the wall & burn that reefer
monsters in my head i wanna k!ll ’em with a bullet
& since i can’t do that i have to put up with their bullsh-t
rest in peace to my motherf-cking father
even tough after he f-cked my mother he couldn’t be bothered
i’m francois now, the whole enchilada
they thought the devil walked way i was rocking that prada
they say money talks & you ain’t saying nada
tryna k!ll me i’ll show you the whole die hard saga
i’m bruce willis on the beat, blowing sh-t up
spit the raw truth, they candy coat they sh-t up
told my lil’ sister, “keep your chin up”
at the age of 11 she’s already seen enough
the sh-t i’ve seen, would make stevie wonder
cause the sh-t i’ve seen makes me envy stevie wonder
it’s kinda f-cked up how it all turns out
when everybody’s left you with your spirit burnt out
all my blood sweat & tears
my pain through out the years
now i’m standing face to face with my fears
fresh fade, v neck, chinos with some loafers
spliff & a double cup, i’m starting to lose my focus
b-tt naked women, sniffing up some c-cka
you ain’t affiliated, you just rubbing shoulders
cups in both hands i’m f-cking ambidextrous
women in abundance, we don’t let ’em stress up
goons in the back incase some n-ggas test us
but they don’t usually, they ain’t got the testies
f-ck these n-ggas, tryna be my besties
not a pretty n-gga but b-tches think i’m s-xy
well dressed n-gga, gq type of dude
brim low, shades on, i’m tryna keep my cool
but, touch my fam & i’ll murder ya’
we be straight up in your house like the furniture
over 100 degrees man i’ll furnace ya
my ear’s to the streets, but i ain’t heard of ya
frankie ..
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