Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Means To An End , by - JL. Song from the album The Devil Hates Sundays, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 24.09.2020
Record label: Strange
Song language: English
Means To An End |
| In my testimony, never front |
| You can get a glimpse how my mind' work |
| Like I’m hopped up off a key bump at a Kanye West concert |
| High on the Devil’s lettuce |
| Sippin' a cup of the Devil’s nectar |
| Giving you a long-winded lecture |
| Smoke, dance through the dream catcher |
| Crossed my heart and kissed the rosary |
| While I’m looking for the fourth clover leaf |
| Wouldn’t say that I believe in luck |
| Or that I was superstitious so to speak, but |
| Got on my good luck charm |
| Got a ladybug on my arm |
| Luck ain’t got nothing to do with it |
| Saying that it wouldn’t do me no harm |
| I got aloe vera hanging from the ceiling |
| I got bamboo, bloodstone crystals |
| Rubbed the belly on the laughing Buddha |
| Then I cleaned the barrel of the chrome pistols |
| Dealing with my own issues |
| World stopped, but my dome spinnin' |
| Keeping it unlocked and bet they gon' feel 'em |
| 'Cause the speaker knocking, makin' bone chillin' |
| Still in a war |
| Keeping us divided, try’na kill the allure |
| Terrifying thinking 'bout what still is in store |
| We haven’t decided what to feel anymore |
| But we kneel to the floor |
| Empty churches, empty streets |
| Boarded rims, empty swings |
| It’s the end of the world, we know |
| So no matter what, can’t go do your same ol' rigmarole |
| We can pretend like we ain’t been grieving |
| Feel defeated and descend |
| Like it isn’t nothing, any reason defend |
| We just needed something to believe in again |
| A means to an end |
| I’ll do anything for better luck |
| I know confidently it would not control this |
| Found a penny that was heads up |
| Picked it up and threw it in a pond of goldfish |
| Dig at the end of the rainbow |
| Maybe that’ll help me feel special |
| Sentimental shit I’ll never let go |
| Waving back at the Maneki Neko |
| The cat been beckonin' |
| I done let it out the bag, I probably should have kept it in |
| Nigga lookin' malevolent, I’m evidently spotted like leopard print |
| Got a lead-foot, never lied backpedalin' |
| A money magnet bet and win |
| Laws of attraction cause a reaction |
| Prayed first put it in a verse |
| Now it’s in the universe, I believe it’s gotta happen |
| Everybody passin', they made up an assassin |
| To hit us in a flesh when it clash with a pathogen |
| I’ma get to blassin' the Gat 'til I’m back at them |
| Put 'em in a bag and I fasten 'em |
| Wanna murder me with the virus |
| You can see the itis in the iris |
| Abide is nothing I’ma try, we’re gonna fight it |
| The riot is about to fly 'cause we divided |
| Slighted, you can hear the cries, I’ll never hide it |
| All of this puppetry, media repeatedly telling me what to be |
| Utterly fuckery |
| Yo, what’s up with these uppities |
| Rushing to stuff a G, gut us with cutlery |
| Wanna consume a nigga brain, yeah |
| Wanna resume when niggas hang, yeah |
| Never that coon that live in chains |
| Better yet, goon that bang that’ll be soon to reign, yeah |
| Itching to merk me |
| It don’t matter if a nigga wanna live in a clergy |
| I’ma sit in a surgi-center |
| But on a mission to merk these— criminals when I listen to Percy |
| They must want the king to begin |
| To bringing us in |
| Shotguns scream in the wind |
| I’m dreaming again |
| You gotta have a team and a kin |
| For helping you with a means to an end |
| We still in a war |
| Terrifying thinking 'bout what still is in store |
| But we kneel to the floor |
| Empty churches, empty streets |
| Boarded rims, empty swings |
| It’s the end of the world, we know |
| So no matter what, can’t go do your same ol' rigmarole |
| We can pretend like we ain’t been grieving |
| Feel defeated and descend |
| Like it isn’t nothing, any reason defend |
| We just needed something to believe in again |
| A means to an end |