This is the evil inside of me
Pour it out on a melody
Feel the anger to the third degree
Tell a soul, and they got the key
Why you always bothering me
All these thoughts end in therapy
Love slips away narrowly
Now I'm sad, they think I'm charity
A scepter and a crown are what you want
Then perhaps a throne to sit upon
Anything at all with no resistance
They all shine brighter in the distance
A scepter and a crown are what you need
But all it takes is one to plant the seed
I've doubted all of those you say you'll lead
Then all your good intentions overthrown by greed
I sit back, I'm carefree
Rapping like I'm beastly
Give up on your decency
I'm not going peacefully
Going hard recently
Rapping coming easily
Stop enjoy the scenery
Now I'm flowing speedily
Working on my decency
Hating it equally
Feeling my frequency
Not be facetiously
Acting like a kid
Playing selfishly
I don't wanna suffer
Silently
If every man is a king, then where's your crown
If you've got the key, to turn it all around
No it'll never be as good as it sounds
Until your apathy, burns it to the ground
If every man is a king, then where's your crown
If you've got the key, to turn it all around
No it'll never be as good as it sounds
Until your apathy, will burn it to the ground
Never enough enough
Call you on your bluff bluff
Always on the puff puff
Now you acting tough tough
Think you are the man man
Working for a grand grand
Grinding on the brand brand
Fighting like it's afghan
Now we take a stand stand
You ain't got no plan plan
Running on quicksand sand
I don't need a hand yeah
This is the crown land, yeah
This is the crown land
This is the evil inside of me
Pour it out on a melody
Feel the anger to the third degree
Tell a soul, and they got the key
Why you always bothering me
All these thoughts end in therapy
Love slips away narrowly
Now I'm sad, they think I'm charity
But I've never felt more clarity
Building up my dexterity
Up goes my currency
Kill my old self. this the current me
Kill my old self. this the current me
Kill my old self. this the current me
Kill my old self. this the current me
Kill my old self. this the current me
Current me, current me, current me
SoundNinja - Crown Land (feat. Wiley Koyote) Lyrics
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This is the evil inside of me
Pour it out on a melody
Feel the anger to the third degree
Tell a soul, and they got the key
Why you always bothering me
All these thoughts end in therapy
Love slips away narrowly
Now I'm sad, they think I'm charity
A scepter and a crown are what you want
Then perhaps a throne to sit upon
Anything at all with no resistance
They all shine brighter in the distance
A scepter and a crown are what you need
But all it takes is one to plant the seed
I've doubted all of those you say you'll lead
Then all your good intentions overthrown by greed
I sit back, I'm carefree
Rapping like I'm beastly
Give up on your decency
I'm not going peacefully
Going hard recently
Rapping coming easily
Stop enjoy the scenery
Now I'm flowing speedily
Working on my decency
Hating it equally
Feeling my frequency
Not be facetiously
Acting like a kid
Playing selfishly
I don't wanna suffer
Silently
If every man is a king, then where's your crown
If you've got the key, to turn it all around
No it'll never be as good as it sounds
Until your apathy, burns it to the ground
If every man is a king, then where's your crown
If you've got the key, to turn it all around
No it'll never be as good as it sounds
Until your apathy, will burn it to the ground
Never enough enough
Call you on your bluff bluff
Always on the puff puff
Now you acting tough tough
Think you are the man man
Working for a grand grand
Grinding on the brand brand
Fighting like it's afghan
Now we take a stand stand
You ain't got no plan plan
Running on quicksand sand
I don't need a hand yeah
This is the crown land, yeah
This is the crown land
This is the evil inside of me
Pour it out on a melody
Feel the anger to the third degree
Tell a soul, and they got the key
Why you always bothering me
All these thoughts end in therapy
Love slips away narrowly
Now I'm sad, they think I'm charity
But I've never felt more clarity
Building up my dexterity
Up goes my currency
Kill my old self. this the current me
Kill my old self. this the current me
Kill my old self. this the current me
Kill my old self. this the current me
Kill my old self. this the current me
Current me, current me, current me
Pour it out on a melody
Feel the anger to the third degree
Tell a soul, and they got the key
Why you always bothering me
All these thoughts end in therapy
Love slips away narrowly
Now I'm sad, they think I'm charity
A scepter and a crown are what you want
Then perhaps a throne to sit upon
Anything at all with no resistance
They all shine brighter in the distance
A scepter and a crown are what you need
But all it takes is one to plant the seed
I've doubted all of those you say you'll lead
Then all your good intentions overthrown by greed
I sit back, I'm carefree
Rapping like I'm beastly
Give up on your decency
I'm not going peacefully
Going hard recently
Rapping coming easily
Stop enjoy the scenery
Now I'm flowing speedily
Working on my decency
Hating it equally
Feeling my frequency
Not be facetiously
Acting like a kid
Playing selfishly
I don't wanna suffer
Silently
If every man is a king, then where's your crown
If you've got the key, to turn it all around
No it'll never be as good as it sounds
Until your apathy, burns it to the ground
If every man is a king, then where's your crown
If you've got the key, to turn it all around
No it'll never be as good as it sounds
Until your apathy, will burn it to the ground
Never enough enough
Call you on your bluff bluff
Always on the puff puff
Now you acting tough tough
Think you are the man man
Working for a grand grand
Grinding on the brand brand
Fighting like it's afghan
Now we take a stand stand
You ain't got no plan plan
Running on quicksand sand
I don't need a hand yeah
This is the crown land, yeah
This is the crown land
This is the evil inside of me
Pour it out on a melody
Feel the anger to the third degree
Tell a soul, and they got the key
Why you always bothering me
All these thoughts end in therapy
Love slips away narrowly
Now I'm sad, they think I'm charity
But I've never felt more clarity
Building up my dexterity
Up goes my currency
Kill my old self. this the current me
Kill my old self. this the current me
Kill my old self. this the current me
Kill my old self. this the current me
Kill my old self. this the current me
Current me, current me, current me
Writer: Simeon Bowen, Wiley Bottcher
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid