(Kronkite Verse)
//I’m coming in, trying to achieve the American dream/
But it’s the only thing I’m gonna do until it’s time to leave/ Money in that drop box, ego past that normal stee-lo/
/Actions colder than below, why you fucking with me hoe/ Got that blade in the pocket, hearing voices say stop it/
I’m just a stupid watch kid who can’t seem to clock it/
I need some adrenaline, and I’m sickened by you simpletons/
Bitches get mad when they learn more ‘bout the inner him/ My life’s been fucked since the sound of a gunshot/ Drop a bomb at a 7 Eleven, kill y’all in one stop/ Killing for a cure, while y’all paying for some loving/ I murder for the fun of it, shooting while your running/
I’m dumping while I’m gunning, steady laughing while you crying/
Should’ve known better than to bet against a lion/ So best advice to hide all the women and babies
Cause whoever I aim at is pushing up daisies/
(Crocker Verse)
/I dig your smile and your walk, there's something calming about/ Sets me out to ease, something charming about it/ I love how you love me, there's something honest about it/ Cynical as I am, I'm a kid when around it/ Luck's bottomed out, bout to buy some cartons now/ Chain-smoke til my throat bleeds my esophagus out/ Bob James on repeat, zoned to Nautilus now/ Mirror cracked, staring at who I'm targeting now/ Reach for the phone, when it's best that I shouldn't/ 'Cause how I really feel don't reciprocate what you put in/ You see what I could, not the box that I'm put in/ Open up your heart and I pretend that I look in/ But I'm down, so I call, with selfish intentions/ Conversation, you're elated, look happy to listen/ I know where this is leading, now, wish that I didn't/ You know, true quote, I hope you never forgive this/
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