Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Elephant Graveyard, artist - Sean Leon. Album song Narcissus, The Drowning of Ego, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 21.01.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Elephant Graveyard |
| All the children I’m supposed to have |
| I’ll have when I’m older |
| For now my Plan A is Plan B |
| Pop a pill for the family |
| Maui Slim run the mob |
| I am haunted by ghosts |
| I am haunted by phantoms of girls I used to know |
| Right now it’s raining bitches |
| It’s not the same, it’s different |
| I think I’m Cesar Millan the way I train the bitches |
| I am haunted by ghosts |
| I am haunted by ghosts |
| If I shall go before I wake, 100 Porsches at my grave |
| If I shall go before I wake, 100 million in my safe |
| Leon Luciano, nigga |
| Leon Luciano, nigga |
| If I shall go before I wake, 100 Porsches at my grave |
| If I shall go before I sleep, I pray the Lord my soul to keep |
| Elephant Graveyard |
| 100 shots out the chopper |
| Let’s chop it up |
| Cop a chopper and pop it or stop the talk |
| I’m the topic in offices |
| Officers offered me a box |
| To fucking stay in |
| To eat, sleep, and pray in |
| In college accomplished, very little stay on my conscious |
| I’m carefully cautious, but I’m confident I’ma conquer |
| Don’t fuck with me nigga |
| I’m a tyrant, a tiger cornered, a lion with iron claws |
| I’m claiming this shit, uh |
| 100 shots out the chopper |
| Let’s chop it up |
| No competition, I’m proper in top position |
| Deposit paper from pockets inside of my wallets walls |
| Had no paper, no profit, now I’m a prophet |
| Yeah fuck it |
| It’s fine with me how you knocked it now on my jock |
| You’re dick riding |
| I’m in your bitch, dick providing, no fucking with Leon |
| Matthew Leon |
| A fucking phenom, ain’t havin no threesomes |
| Ain’t no fucking with me nigga, niggas know |
| 100 shots out the chopper |
| Let’s chop it up |
| No pot to piss in so Pac was my God religion, forgot |
| Let me clear that up, what was taught would tailor a Christian |
| But I was different, no disrespect to your vision |
| Envision sinners with voices, who’s advice will leave you voiceless |
| And then send you the invoices |
| They selling you dreams and you buying the bullshit |
| I was just dying to live a life |
| Now I’m dying because of it… |