Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Arithmetic, artist - Porter RayDate of issue: 09.03.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Arithmetic |
| After my thoughts darken |
| While I’m talking to my shadow |
| Mother said I was cunning |
| Imagination running wild |
| Eyes raised infatuated with money piles |
| Pot chasin, with Jason tryna touch a style |
| I can here the voices of the serpents seductive |
| Next mama asking where her purse went |
| Park bench fences, seeing images of angels |
| Searching for syringes, vintage when it rains slow |
| Chains glow with the glitter |
| That the moon catch |
| Black Nikes zoom tech, Bleed a whole room wet |
| Suicide I contemplated my solitude |
| See my soul, leaving my body |
| After I follow through, pass the dice |
| See you niggas in the afterlife |
| Slick as black ice, come back twice |
| Black Christ, shining under black lights |
| Couldn’t cure my obsession with the fast life |
| My last flight |
| Remember this |
| Hi |
| Ho-how you feeling |
| Son, son |
| Chilling, be gone |
| Young black cat |
| Nine lives, with nine wives |
| Commit nine crimes, nine times |
| Til' nine lies |
| Stakes is high |
| Gave you 45 ways to die |
| 6-feet below the Earth |
| Hope you taste the sky |
| Chasing my high |
| My heart broke and bitter |
| Chain-smoking my swishers |
| Liquor over my liver, frozen |
| Different potions pop open |
| I kiss the ocean |
| Forget the notion of vanity as I twist the vulcan |
| All for the almighty |
| Bills cast brightly |
| Colors of jaded |
| Bundles of cake that entice me |
| Numbers in the count scrow |
| Women bounce slow |
| Master of Arithmetic |
| This that new district shit |
| Still represent the clique I’m with |
| Pistol whip, Shadys pouring |
| Remy over crystals with |
| Everybody I do business with |
| Sub Pop, Sub Pop |
| The realist ones gone feel this huh? |
| Paper eyes, continuum |
| To Make a dollar infinite of em |
| Make me holler when im feeling numb |
| Peeling back and reeling some |
| Stealing fast and killing some |
| The illest come when the trill is done |
| The realest ones gone feel this huh? |
| I like Js, I’m diligent keep chokin' |
| The light change, the buildings collide smokin' |
| 9/11 memories, spiritual guide broken |
| How much the subway, I’m hoppin the train coastin' |
| The feeling so combative, the struggle with drug addicts |
| You want to make smart choices, or the results tragic |
| I want to be Dope at it, You wannabe Hoes at it again |
| So stop fuckin' with busters and broke men |
| I was gonna make a suggestion |
| If you can get it down here in 20 minutes, I’ll hear your confession |
| Cause it was getting kind of hectic but written for my skeptics |
| To get it right, cause ain’t a muthafucka protected |
| In the 206 doin shit making it [?} |
| And your forever in position to get hated a lot |
| It comes with the turf |
| Head down stick to the work |
| I got the thick yellow rocks that keep them tracing the dirt |
| I know this bitch better come bring the paper the First |
| Its right there and imma fuck with my niggas |
| We fight tears and drink beers and more shit |
| Bros the old clique, we cold as the cholos trynna work |
| Who knows I’m supposed to be home before six |
| But P got a nigga high as different strokes kids |
| Jeff Gilus, rock rock on, yeah |
| T Rock. |
| rock rock on, yeah |
| Sub Pop, rock rock on, yeah |
| Palaceer, rock rock on, yeah |
| My girl Stas, rock rock on, yeah |
| [?} rock rock on, yeah |
| Fly Guy Dai, rock rock on, yeah |
| Infinite rock, rock on, yeah |
| Narcotic, rock rock on, yeah |
| Nate Jack, rock rock on, yeah |
| Chemetic, rock rock on, yeah |
| Constellation, rock rock on, yeah |
| D Black, rock rock on, yeah |
| Hunnid Casthro, rock rock on, yeah |
| Young Ike, rock rock on, yeah |
| Yeah… |