Reflex3s
Channel: brandon marshall
Date: 31/12/2020

Date:
15.12.20.

Chorus:
He just keeps it tight-lipped.
Running through the night shift..
Cocaine on the brain
ice.
frostin up his nazels.

Hood-up.
In the night.
kicks, looking tight..
Fresh..
"In the kitchen." 
Maybe cooking up some bacon or yayo..

Addicted to the hustle.
He just loves to "make a flip.."
..like "a burger.." 
..He just loves to add some chips..
Got the flava.
Spitting and I'm hitting with these reflex3s.
.We are just the rejects.We are just the rejects.

Verse One:
I am just a junky.
Life's a mother fucking joke.
I've been losing money.
Tell myself that.. 
"..I am gunna quit" as I take another hit.
Wake up in the morning and I get another toke.

Welcome to the life of the bad-guy.
Rolling.
"On the dice."
I will run from the police because I'm agile.

Flowing colder than the winter breeze.
.as it's snowing.
.I am glowing, rolling up a blunt.
.Put you on your knees cunt.

Verse Two:
Cold. Kind of like a corpse.
Dismembered in the freezer.
Probably his faggot father.
Biological.

Talk about "Trans-Parent"
Like "he's see-through."
"Thinking about war."
Blood on his hands..
Blood on the floor.

What's the fucking chance that I lose my dance with the Devil
and I end up with Nothing.
.Fucking kicking through your door.
Last sights.
See me in your home.
Clicking.
Blood just trickling with a bullet to the dome.

Verse Three:
I've been.. living in the shoes of a gangster.
Figure.. if you've seen what I've seen,
then you'd understand what I mean.
Clean like I'm Listerine.
but,
 
  "I aint talkin sober."
Hold-up
I've been..
more unlucky than a three-leaf clover.
Roll-up.
I am just a soldier.
I will fold-em.
but..

 I ain't talking playing poker.
I'm a menace in the game.
I just want the money..
fuck the fame.
Any-
   body
  can catch it..
take it to the brain.


Written and performed by DeDoN a.k.a. 912096echo

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