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Shahmen Hollow Lyrics HD
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from the World Of Wills upcoming EP. • http://www.shahmen.com/ • https://www.facebook.com/pages/Shahme... • Lyrics below: • You shouldn’t holler if you hear me. • You should holler if you don’t. • So the knowledge, it’ll steer me until I’m tearing through your pulse. • If you follow on me clearly, then you better listen close. • I’m hollow as the theory of a man who sees ghosts. • Appearing with a fury, but it’s nothing he can hold. • See, when a shell’s hollow and you stretch skin across, • Hands beat it down and the drums starts to talk. • The average city crow grows cold and unfolds into a Blackhawk. • And the alley cats and rats getting picked off. • Plus all the trash that they live in ‘bout to kiss GOD. • I treasure cleanliness. Been living with my junkie dogs. • Who find it hard in their heart to give a fuck at all. • Just got a penalty and still ain’t touched the fucking ball. • It makes me wonder do I really want to play at all. • But if I quit that’d be a kiss on every haters’ jaw. • And that’s never been the way I played at all. • Stayed up late, woke up later and I made this song. • And Sense had left the beat laying in the crate forgot. • And went to China with his family while I just watched, • Over the house like the mouse that you never caught. • Always around but I hide cause I’m better off. • You might catch me in the kitchen then I’m dead of course. • Unless you’re scared and I run from your deadly force. • But all I really want is something like a crumb of yours. • And in exchange I’ll say what’s hidden in between the doors. • See the walls don’t talk, but I do reports. • I could tell you where this music is moving toward. • It grabbed the beers and the blunts from the corner store. • And dived straight into the crates on its own accord. • And cracked every written book just to know the score. • And sat in silence just to learn what the writing is for. • I try to smile but the child is always wanting more. • The old man always sleeps and only wants to snore. • And I’ve risen out the grave on my accord. • Still I’m caged by the pain, but I’m due reward. • For all the bounties on the heads, that’s what I’m shooting for. • I don’t want to win a battle just to lose the war. • I’m up the river trying to paddle back to home court. • Black Cadillac running on a half-quart. • And I’m a make it on the fumes, since you asked for it. • BLS, heart and soul to the marrow bone. • Black crow feather of the tribe. • We gon’ carry on.
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