Lyrics Twisted Road - Bliss n Eso

Twisted Road

B-E-I you couldn’t define it
And even you did shit
You shouldn’t have tried it
'Cause I’m telling you now
This rock in my hand
Will spell it out proud
And leave us all dwelling on clouds
Are you gonna peddle with peasants
Without your
I don’t think you’ve ever walked a road quite like this
So attractive, an abstract bitch
Gold and her mic, check her that shit
Spill sunshine but the masses world wide
Still want rhymes without cash and
To be a zombie for this industry’s a piece of piss
You take that route 'cause it’s easy shit
You sleezy prick, how dare you discriminate my shit, yes
Man, I’ll teach you this
Thinking every girl in the world wants to see your dick
I’ll paint you a seven headed beast with tits
That’s when you on
And sing the song
when I reach for clips
And bring it on
'Cause, see, I know my options
My presence in essence is the crow that watches
See these boulders 'round my shoulders
'Round my ankles is a ball and chain
I’ve listened to you rappers but you’re all the same
That’s why my balls are framed on the wall and named
(certificate of courage)
Life’s like a twisted road
Shoes like a giant and a fist of
Stereotypical MCs they piss us off
But that shit be old
So when you’re walking down that twisted road
Find and buy a place 'cause the shit be cold
Headphones on and you’re all alone
The B-E-I got you in the zone
Well I just love walking down this windy trail
With some fresh, griny
So kindly snail, have
(No they’re still)
Well then search, you’re talking
I’ma fuck the big rivers and their current flow
Is currently the currency become the COO, oh no
Like people, do you recognize the evil that surrounds us all
And every
We got some meager beavers by the dam up brook
gee whiz, crikey 'till the see this
Just a little off a tangent
So try and keep up, like them cowboys to engines
So don’t you play the game of fault
The mainstream ain’t fresh with a grain of salt
Life’s like a twisted road
Shoes like a giant and a fist of
Stereotypical MCs they piss us off
But that shit be old
So when you’re walking down that twisted road
Find and buy a place 'cause the shit be cold
Headphones on and you’re all alone
The B-E-I got you in the zone
So everybody stand, let it be told
Your reason to be scared, let it be told
And if you feel the flow, let it be told
That everybody knows
Everybody grows
Everybody go