LaLion - Don't Tap Out, Just Black Out (Prod. Taylor King)

Prod. Taylor King
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LYRICS:

Dont Tap Out, Just Black Out
Brain cells for sale I found out
That cash rap route is down now, that cash rap route is down now
Dont Tap Out, Just Black Out
Brain cells for sale I found out
That cash rap route is down now, that cash rap route is down now

(I mean, we're doing better)

Lost it little while ago
Livin life in denial bro
She don't love me,
How's that possible
You gonna fuck me
Hate me, not control
You stay late
Too late, your momma know
You too fake, fuck i waited for you
Way too long
For your sorry ass to get your shit together
White stained on your face like you fucked heathe ledger
Lost all your power like Noreiga
tripping, flippin facts
On jack and jaeger
Now you Acting faded
Got me agitated
Activated,
Hate intoxicated
All the texts you sent when you wasted
Your replies all lies been Copy pasted,
I don't feel, what i felt back then in the basement
Told them shits then And
you still won't face it

And there go u
And there go u
Selling me dream and telling me things
You, thought u knew
Word to the lies
That were made to u
For your eyes only
Word to Coles crew
This is that knowledge
Learned from you-to-you


Livin all day
Like we aint got limits
Aint feel no pain
8 cugs of Guiniess
Ill break your records
Cross name off hitlist
Ill take your bitches
Ask why, say mind your buisness

This is for the people think this attitude a gimmick
Come up to my face bitch, see how we living

This how we get it, Same time We don't got it
Write Dearly departed, My Heart poppin product
I Drop top the sonnet, They keep callin profit
But profits are poppin in august
And honest
I'm trying my hardest,
writing, been making these beats like a freak on a leash
I'm in need of some luck
Cuz this skill aint enough, dude
And i don't plan to get face tattoos
No cash roots,
My dad broke, my mom too

And there go you
And there go you
Selling me dreams and telling me things you knew
There go you
Acting like u know what its like
To live life at the bottom
Where the sky dont shine bright
Livin in a hole
Least i got my soul
Least far as i know

Livin all day
Like we aint got limits
Aint feel no pain
8 cugs of Guiniess
Ill break your records
Ill break your records
Ill break your records

Guess I never really noticed much
Stoned too much,
Owned the price of life until I touched
Down to the earth i'm heavens rust, 11 blunts, 10 times a month
Since schizophrenia, I've had plenty-a thoughts that'll pop
Does it condescend to you, when I say
That these razor blade knives will riddle you
Pain for the pain if the fame will work for you
Day after day all these words will murder you
Syllable slits did it not occur to you.