Dealers get your quick fix ladies spend your WIC checks in the projects they got it "open"
Rolling wheelchair tricks, polo shirts, and Tim kicks
In the Heights you know we got it "open"
Cops got their night sticks chasing kids who pull licks
Down in EC they got it "open"
This is broken-back-rap trick, hanging on, loosing grip
They love it when I spit, I got it "open"
I'm a walking talking living cliche of an entire generation
Raised by single women and television with no direction
Deacon, once an angel of compassion
Now a child of sin, go figure
Blotted mind Kounterclockwise against time
Backs against the wall
Me against them all
Even against myself
This is a cry for help from a boy who cried wolf, take a look
I'm like a crook with a loaded nine millimeter, with a hair finger temper
Mouth full of brown liquor, nose full of (hard narcotics)
Fu@k my oppressor and false deliverer
We gonna get ya
I wanna feel but my heart has no desire
I wanna smile but these drugs got me wired
I wanna die but this gun won't fire and I got a damn bloodlust like a vampire
Dealers get your quick fix ladies spend your WIC checks in the projects they got it "open"
Rolling wheelchair tricks, polo shirts, and Tim kicks
In the Heights you know we got it "open"
Cops got their night sticks chasing kids who pull licks
Down in EC they got it "open"
This is broken-back-rap trick, hanging on, loosing grip
They love it when I spit, I got it "open"
Today is just like yesterday and tomorrow will be just like today
Just another manic Monday thru Sunday
Saw my psychiatrist, suggests Prozac twice a day
I done drove my girl away, my momma thinks i'm crazy, i'm even starting to scare me
But i ain't afraid to tell you that i'm scared B, ecoto-morph lost in insanity
It seems life has lost it's faith in everything
Warning the wise is killing
This will probably be my last recording cause the way i be popping pills and drinking,
I'll be dead in the morning
But until then this lyrical lesson will keep you guessing, will he jump
Will he jump?
I'm swan-diving off the terminal tower, a Kounterclockwise shower
Dealers get your quick fix ladies spend your WIC checks in the projects they got it "open"
Rolling wheelchair tricks, polo shirts, and Tim kicks
In the Heights you know we got it "open"
Cops got their night sticks chasing kids who pull licks
Down in EC they got it "open"
This is broken-back-rap trick, hanging on, loosing grip
They love it when I spit, I got it "open"
Dealers get your quick fix ladies spend your WIC checks in the projects they got it "open"
Rolling wheelchair tricks, polo shirts, and Tim kicks
In the Heights you know we got it "open"
Cops got their night sticks chasing kids who pull licks
Down in EC they got it "open"
This is broken-back-rap trick, hanging on, loosing grip
They love it when I spit, I got it "open"
Kounterclockwise - Open Lyrics
Kounterclockwise - Open Lyrics
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Dealers get your quick fix ladies spend your WIC checks in the projects they got it "open"
Rolling wheelchair tricks, polo shirts, and Tim kicks
In the Heights you know we got it "open"
Cops got their night sticks chasing kids who pull licks
Down in EC they got it "open"
This is broken-back-rap trick, hanging on, loosing grip
They love it when I spit, I got it "open"
I'm a walking talking living cliche of an entire generation
Raised by single women and television with no direction
Deacon, once an angel of compassion
Now a child of sin, go figure
Blotted mind Kounterclockwise against time
Backs against the wall
Me against them all
Even against myself
This is a cry for help from a boy who cried wolf, take a look
I'm like a crook with a loaded nine millimeter, with a hair finger temper
Mouth full of brown liquor, nose full of (hard narcotics)
Fu@k my oppressor and false deliverer
We gonna get ya
I wanna feel but my heart has no desire
I wanna smile but these drugs got me wired
I wanna die but this gun won't fire and I got a damn bloodlust like a vampire
Dealers get your quick fix ladies spend your WIC checks in the projects they got it "open"
Rolling wheelchair tricks, polo shirts, and Tim kicks
In the Heights you know we got it "open"
Cops got their night sticks chasing kids who pull licks
Down in EC they got it "open"
This is broken-back-rap trick, hanging on, loosing grip
They love it when I spit, I got it "open"
Today is just like yesterday and tomorrow will be just like today
Just another manic Monday thru Sunday
Saw my psychiatrist, suggests Prozac twice a day
I done drove my girl away, my momma thinks i'm crazy, i'm even starting to scare me
But i ain't afraid to tell you that i'm scared B, ecoto-morph lost in insanity
It seems life has lost it's faith in everything
Warning the wise is killing
This will probably be my last recording cause the way i be popping pills and drinking,
I'll be dead in the morning
But until then this lyrical lesson will keep you guessing, will he jump
Will he jump?
I'm swan-diving off the terminal tower, a Kounterclockwise shower
Dealers get your quick fix ladies spend your WIC checks in the projects they got it "open"
Rolling wheelchair tricks, polo shirts, and Tim kicks
In the Heights you know we got it "open"
Cops got their night sticks chasing kids who pull licks
Down in EC they got it "open"
This is broken-back-rap trick, hanging on, loosing grip
They love it when I spit, I got it "open"
Dealers get your quick fix ladies spend your WIC checks in the projects they got it "open"
Rolling wheelchair tricks, polo shirts, and Tim kicks
In the Heights you know we got it "open"
Cops got their night sticks chasing kids who pull licks
Down in EC they got it "open"
This is broken-back-rap trick, hanging on, loosing grip
They love it when I spit, I got it "open"
Rolling wheelchair tricks, polo shirts, and Tim kicks
In the Heights you know we got it "open"
Cops got their night sticks chasing kids who pull licks
Down in EC they got it "open"
This is broken-back-rap trick, hanging on, loosing grip
They love it when I spit, I got it "open"
I'm a walking talking living cliche of an entire generation
Raised by single women and television with no direction
Deacon, once an angel of compassion
Now a child of sin, go figure
Blotted mind Kounterclockwise against time
Backs against the wall
Me against them all
Even against myself
This is a cry for help from a boy who cried wolf, take a look
I'm like a crook with a loaded nine millimeter, with a hair finger temper
Mouth full of brown liquor, nose full of (hard narcotics)
Fu@k my oppressor and false deliverer
We gonna get ya
I wanna feel but my heart has no desire
I wanna smile but these drugs got me wired
I wanna die but this gun won't fire and I got a damn bloodlust like a vampire
Dealers get your quick fix ladies spend your WIC checks in the projects they got it "open"
Rolling wheelchair tricks, polo shirts, and Tim kicks
In the Heights you know we got it "open"
Cops got their night sticks chasing kids who pull licks
Down in EC they got it "open"
This is broken-back-rap trick, hanging on, loosing grip
They love it when I spit, I got it "open"
Today is just like yesterday and tomorrow will be just like today
Just another manic Monday thru Sunday
Saw my psychiatrist, suggests Prozac twice a day
I done drove my girl away, my momma thinks i'm crazy, i'm even starting to scare me
But i ain't afraid to tell you that i'm scared B, ecoto-morph lost in insanity
It seems life has lost it's faith in everything
Warning the wise is killing
This will probably be my last recording cause the way i be popping pills and drinking,
I'll be dead in the morning
But until then this lyrical lesson will keep you guessing, will he jump
Will he jump?
I'm swan-diving off the terminal tower, a Kounterclockwise shower
Dealers get your quick fix ladies spend your WIC checks in the projects they got it "open"
Rolling wheelchair tricks, polo shirts, and Tim kicks
In the Heights you know we got it "open"
Cops got their night sticks chasing kids who pull licks
Down in EC they got it "open"
This is broken-back-rap trick, hanging on, loosing grip
They love it when I spit, I got it "open"
Dealers get your quick fix ladies spend your WIC checks in the projects they got it "open"
Rolling wheelchair tricks, polo shirts, and Tim kicks
In the Heights you know we got it "open"
Cops got their night sticks chasing kids who pull licks
Down in EC they got it "open"
This is broken-back-rap trick, hanging on, loosing grip
They love it when I spit, I got it "open"
Writer: Douglas Johnson
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid