Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Stormy Thursday, artist - Conejo. Date of issue: 15.01.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Stormy Thursday |
| Got a legion to the street |
| Where the treacherous vivid |
| A hypnotic crew |
| That’s the way that I’m living |
| The mind travel, I don’t need no prove |
| A tune of terror |
| Spring play the truth |
| And it’s chilling, the upside of fear |
| I’m the last man standing |
| Ruth pours no tears |
| Hell in session |
| The belly of the beast |
| On a midnight express |
| With a first class seat |
| That’s a ride, with the deadly drifter |
| Ese no remorse, unextortion inflictor |
| Where you at, that’s your burial ground |
| My revenge, is so profound |
| Tough corner, the deluxe edition |
| A broker dreams |
| That’s encrypt with mission |
| Off the record, I’m ah hit man gambler |
| And that could tell you something about my case debater |
| A Stormy Thursday |
| You could die the worse way |
| Got the boom box playing new shit from Cold play |
| I’m cold man, and I payed my due’s |
| So this pound right here is for personal use |
| I made the news |
| On a Stormy Thursday |
| Homie C Mac-11 got the gangster work play |
| So no way, you could enter the dead end |
| If you ain’t from the hache |
| Then your bound to get it |
| It got me walking, the twilight path |
| A nocturnal killer, that’s build to last |
| This ah thriller, on the horizon |
| Gats all around |
| When I summence the violence |
| Convicted, the tiny radical crimey |
| It’s a right of passage, send the wolfs to find me |
| Million bullets, from the butcher shop |
| The march of death, it just don’t stop |
| They want some justice, for a brown ass quiff |
| Cause everything I flow sound good with the beat |
| This are the memoirs, of an anarchist |
| I gotta keep it real, I was timing this |
| Aggression, got me gripping the Uzi |
| Taking a risk, ah pirhana Jacuzzi |
| Let it slow, a cocaine explosion |
| I’ve been chasing dragons |
| Homie that’s my compulsion |
| A Stormy Thursday |
| You could die the worse way |
| Got the boom box playing new shit from Cold play |
| I’m cold man, and I payed my due’s |
| So this pound right here is for personal use |
| I made the news |
| On a Stormy Thursday |
| Homie C Mac-11 got the gangster work play |
| So no way, you could enter the dead end |
| If you ain’t from the hache |
| Then your bound to get it |
| I woke up, on a rainy morning |
| In the studio all night, new album recording |
| It was concerning, events on my life |
| Shit about this wars in my spiritual life |
| I called up, for a pound of smoke |
| I met 'im in the bar, like a tiny lok |
| I check the product, I took a whiff |
| It’ll put you on the edge, push your ass off the cliff |
| I was followed, as I was getting my dough |
| The fucking under covers wanna end my song |
| I’m toe to toe, with all my foe’s |
| Shout out to cartoon, down aske road |
| Ese back to decision as I listen to tracks |
| Rolling up some blunts from my indica sack |
| They gave more, a West Coast recession |
| Weak ass case I was out three seconds |
| A Stormy Thursday |
| You could die the worse way |
| Got the boom box playing new shit from Cold play |
| I’m cold man, and I payed my due’s |
| So this pound right here is for personal use |
| I made the news |
| On a Stormy Thursday |
| Homie C Mac-11 got the gangster work play |
| So no way, you could enter the dead end |
| If you ain’t from the hache |
| Then your bound to get it |