Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Images, artist - Russ. Album song Straight from Limbo, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 15.04.2013
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: DIEMON
Song language: English
Images |
| These images haunt me |
| I’m tryna run away |
| And now they’re tryna taunt me |
| I’m tryna run away |
| Drop-top got hot in my mind |
| You see stop, I see a sign |
| Livin' the life for the chase of emotions |
| You waiting in line, I’m just taping the motion |
| I’m lacing my potion with faith and devotion |
| You making a wave, I’m making an ocean |
| I’m giving my soul, taking a toll of who’s real and who’s not and who’s chasing |
| the goal |
| These images haunt me |
| I’m tryna run away |
| And now they’re tryna taunt me |
| I’m tryna run away |
| Yeah, I see the camera, Russ |
| I see all the flashes as I’m driving round Atlanta |
| See the future through my glasses |
| I look down at my steering wheel |
| Double R’s its feeling real |
| Louie shades, whole crew is paid |
| We smoking j’s, you know the deal |
| But I’m currently on my way there |
| Asking God if I play fair |
| Is it possible for these obstacles to be gone by the time I have grey hair |
| (grey hair) |
| Just say yeah |
| I’m about to be worldwide 'cause my beats bounce |
| This deep south |
| So you know I keep my purp fried |
| Search high and I search low |
| Tryna find a way to make the earth flow to |
| My circle means business |
| Urkles keep your distance |
| Cuz its top secret |
| Stop peeking |
| This ain’t for you bitches |
| This is all inside my mind |
| In due time I will get my wishes |
| These images haunt me |
| I’m tryna run away |
| And now they’re tryna taunt me |
| I’m tryna run away |
| And they say Johny get your work on |
| 7 hours deep at 10 a.m. shirt on |
| She perfect with them birks on |
| From here on, to so long |
| Boy John don’t I lift her emotions up like Vultron |
| She skirt off I work hard |
| Zone 3 my graveyard, lanyard |
| Hanging around my neck my finger itchin around this check |
| Boy I’m feelin make a million on respect like |
| Nigga I’m feelin' make a killing on these deaths to whats left |
| But 8 fingers and 2 thumbs strangle money with no one |
| with no |
| Told my mamma I was gonna be famous when I grow up |
| And now a nigga grew up, but I blew up |
| Like twin towers, whiskey sours my like |
| These images haunt me |
| I’m tryna run away |
| And now they’re tryna taunt me |
| I’m tryna run away |
| These images haunt me |
| I’m tryna run away |
| And now they’re tryna taunt me |
| I’m tryna run away |