Bmob - Trenches Lyrics

Yeah
Insights of the mind
Wild times
Only quarters on hand

I done lived a million lifetimes on the fringes
I have put a king down and killed his princes
So I need my paper right now, shit expensive!
Daddy need new shoes, baby need her presents
That is why we heavy in the trenches
Heavy in the trenches uh
Heavy in the trenches uh
I done lived a million lifetimes on the fringes
I have put a king down and killed his princes
So I need my paper right now, shit expensive!
Daddy need new shoes, baby need her presents
That is why

Ever since I seen what I touch turn to gold
I quit throwing stones
I talk less and taught lessons, start stressing
End up with the win blowing smoke
Need a window everywhere we go so you know
When we conquestin
Don't hit my line or draw your weapon
The Art of War is far more than you bargained for my friend yeah
Look at the open door, everything you hoping for
F*ckin with Wavele$$ yeah, still going overboard
Look at the motorsport, when the engine cold its more
Look at the global warming, look at the Holy War
Look at the sofa torn, surfing like a silver screen
Still a machine, still into killing a beat, still in it building a team
Still with the will to believe, steel wheels and the screech
Chill, chill with the heat, Kill Bill with the fleece, Kim Il with the piece jeez
I could finally break, I could find me my pace
I could ride on this wave, I'm out my mind I'm okay

I done lived a million lifetimes on the fringes
I have put a king down and killed his princes
So I need my paper right now, shit expensive!
Daddy need new shoes, baby need her presents
That is why we heavy in the trenches
Heavy in the trenches uh
Heavy in the trenches uh
I done lived a million lifetimes on the fringes
I have put a king down and killed his princes
So I need my paper right now, shit expensive!
Daddy need new shoes, baby need her presents
That is why we heavy in the trenches
I can't hold my breathe
Take a leap of faith my friends
Yeah yeah yeah

Ready for combat wherever the bombs at uh
Alien contact uh, look at the contrast uh
Look at the fallen ash, look at them all just pass
Look at the markets crash, look at my target practice
Look at me sort this out, look at me I took on the tortured route
Saw the glass half empty and poured it out, never did it for the clout
Did it so they'll know what I did when I walked this ground
Bury me under the tour bus, I'll be in the fourth one down when they force us out
Spit in a corporate mouth, look at the Lords go down one by one and I sort they're crowns
Maybe I'm more cutout for this than anyone thought, can't figure it out
So misunderstood now they missing out huh
If I lived a million lifetimes am I living right now

I done lived a million lifetimes on the fringes
I have put a king down and killed his princes
So I need my paper right now, shit expensive!
Daddy need new shoes, baby need her presents
That is why we heavy in the trenches
Heavy in the trenches uh
Heavy in the trenches uh
I done lived a million lifetimes on the fringes
I have put a king down and killed his princes
So I need my paper right now, shit expensive!
Daddy need new shoes, baby need her presents
That is why we heavy in the trenches
I can't hold my breathe
Take a leap of faith my friends
Yeah yeah yeah

And that's it
We heavy in the mother f*cking trenches
Call me Mob, get it right for now on