Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Thoughts, artist - Jus Allah. Date of issue: 03.09.2015
Song language: English
Thoughts |
| I got a long list of kills, it requires a certain mix of skills |
| I’ve acquired through long tests of wits and wills |
| I need a fix that keeps me off of prescription pills |
| When life has its ups and downs, or dips and hills |
| I’m emotionless, I separate heart from mind |
| I take the good with the bad, both parts combined |
| They found one body the other wasn’t far behind |
| But she was a virgin and good girls are hard to find |
| First kill in a long time, they thought I resigned |
| But they both pointed back to me, like a rewind |
| Led the cops to a pitfall, I laughed as they crashed |
| Into a tunnel I painted on a brick wall |
| I beat them by a landslide, but they found the body |
| They said you can run, but you can’t hide |
| I ignore it, because I don’t like gettin' rid of bodies |
| The fun part’s everything before it |
| There’s two guns on my upper thighs |
| One quits, the other tries, one shifts, the other drives |
| One rinses, the other dries, whenever the shit gets real |
| But y’all are all fake, catch up on rubber knives |
| The guns go hand-in-hand, one’s blind but hears |
| One listens, one watches, they’re my eyes and ears |
| If it’s a problem, don’t take it light, guns’ll fix that |
| Despite the fact two wrongs don’t make it right |
| The 9's are twins, I measured from wide to long |
| But can’t tell left from right or right from wrong |
| Complete and utter matches, if one competes |
| Let the other practice, one sweeps, the other catches |
| One speaks, the other signs, one bleeds, the other cries |
| My guns read each other’s minds |
| When they start sinkin', bullets spray in your direction |
| But don’t hate 'em, they’re sayin' what we’re all thinkin' |
| I don’t know who has to die |
| It’s whoever happens to catch an eye |
| We make mistakes, you live and learn, you laugh and cry |
| Every passer-by looks like a potential kill |
| It’s like starin' at apple pie in the window sill |
| I’m at a distance, I’m almost invisible watchin' |
| But I’m not a Peepin' Tom, I’m window shoppin' |
| Life is short, you’re dying from the time you’re born |
| And life goes on and so forth and so on |
| When it’s all been said, I won’t have any grievances |
| I’ve learned to live with my demons like walking dead |
| I’ve seen a lot of crime, if I’m an eye witness |
| I keep my thoughts to myself, I mind my business |
| I got prisoners all over, my life’s havoc |
| Some inside the basement, some hide in the attic |
| One’s free to leave but she believes she’s paralyzed |
| When it’s nothing wrong with her, it’s psychosomatic |