Lyrics Spain - King Iso, A-Wax

Spain

Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Iso, Waxface
I grew up 'round angels and demons, and no I don’t mean like the flick (Yeah,
yeah)
Raise Hell when alive, when we double though, can’t be where demons exist (Yeah,
yeah)
Pray to God like they do on the week, but sometimes I don’t think he exist
(Yeah, yeah)
I’ma kill 'em, a dude, I’m indigenous to it, you’ll see in the end (Yeah)
My sisters be saying «You think they’re your friends»
E-S-P-especially when I’m lit
We visit the past like he in the pen
I was shit on like T-P so I be with them sticks
I had county blues, might be with the rips
On top of the streets, I got beef with my bitch
I chief like Khalifa, won’t see you again
I ain’t talking camping on B’s, I’m intense
Guess she done fucked off, my back’s on the wall
I’m a dad, but I’m falling, can’t be with my kids
Stack two hundred large, but blew through it all
How I don’t recall, won’t believe what I did
Blood you ain’t my dog, your bitch on my balls
You better go put you a leash on that bitch
Hit Wax with a call like fuck it, let’s ball
And that’s on the set like I be doing dips
I’m paranoid bitch, you can see where I live
I’m leaving the crib with the heat on my hip
Yeah fuck all the ops, I’ma squeeze 'til it drops
Fire, run, I’m dumping a thing in the clip
Don’t speak on my name like Beetlejuice bitch
Cause shit can get ugly like beetle juice is
Fuck where do I turn, all bridges are burned
Like London, so fuck it, I’ll flee to Madrid
I still revisit the past although it’s painful
Maybe in another life I can explain more
E-S-P like I’m abbreviating Spain, oh
If I’m sensing any tension, let that thing blow
Every time you open up your mouth to speak, I have to run and tell myself what
your angle
Some people gon' go to Hell with all the demons after this, we can’t talk,
I’ll be with them angels
You go out when people remember you
Pending cases got me not giving out any interviews
Things that used to be so big to me now are so minuscule
Before you bro me, know that isn’t quite what I consider you
Money, guns and drugs, you know the usual
Trust some bitches I can’t trust, sometimes I get delusional
Standing tall and cool and I’m only breaking down at funerals
I’m losing you, that’s okay 'cause all I did was lose with you
Don’t try to break my winning streak, homies turn into enemies
Shouldn’t have to answer, if my choice is between them and me
Pots over the stove in mama’s kitchen taught me chemistry
The pain I felt inside told me to block out all your memories
I’ll get through this eventually
Ain’t much time to reminisce, I don’t see no resemblance
In the ways we move, how come you can’t keep your resentment in
Rose up out the gutter, your hatred for me must stem from this
Diamonds in my teeth, is how my words are so expensive, bitch
I still revisit the past although it’s painful
Maybe in another life I can explain more
E-S-P like I’m abbreviating Spain, oh
If I’m sensing any tension, let that thing blow
Every time you open up your mouth to speak, I have to run and tell myself what
your pain go
Some people gon' go to Hell with all the demons after this, we can’t talk,
I’ll be with them angels