Chino Xl - Posieden

Song Rating: 8.48/10

Song lyrics:

[Hook: Chino XL]
Sometimes I get so high (so high)
So high that I cant feel my face
Sometimes I wish Id just die (just die)
So it could take away this pain
Sometimes I close my eyes
While Im drivin bout a hundred-and-five
Open my ride, just flip off the side
This Jack Daniels, is he in my mind?

[Chino XL]
Sometimes I wish I woulda, chosen another path
Mighta made more math, mighta got mo a**
Maybe I shouldnt, work so hard on every rap
I mighta got the write-off for right out Aftermath
I shatter grasp when it come to paragraphs
Real talent battle last, holdin heavy talons thatll blast
Scowl that I ask when it come to other cats
That of stolen flows, instead he gettin swole cash
I cross paths with a lot of dudes that know that
Line for line, Chino will put em inside a bloodbath (freal)
I been locked in the box with the riff-raff
What if then Posieden decidin my jams not that
Sometimes I feel so numb
Realizin that the world will only see me as a hoodlum
Sometimes for weeks I dont even see the sun
Sometimes I baptize myself in holy water and rum; Im done


[Chino XL]
Yo... sometimes I go with my instincts
No matter how crazy they are, and if they mislead (mislead)
And take me down the wrong road

All blow, tryin to find my way back home
But Im livin in this black hole
Split my BlacknMild down the middle then I dump out the tobacco
(Lets go) Eyes redder than tobasco
For my casket and funeral Im waitin patient as a stone (yeah yeah)
Sometimes when Im alone viewin all the things I done wrong
Talkin to Bun B or Young Noble on my global phone
Since the kindergarden room been lookin forward to the tomb
Pain fatter than Fantasia carryin harpoons (yeah)
Aint no love for me, its all ruined
Lyrics and liquor is all I got, day to day, June to June
Im so hot I leave fingerprints on lit coal
Thick flow navigatin waters feelin ice cold


[Chino XL]
Yup, sometimes Im feelin like I cant breathe
Sometimes I cut myself and I cant bleed
Imagine havin the lyrical blessin I receive
Combined with a momma that didnt want you to succeed
Combined with angel dust and this purple weed (okay)
Combined with record companies that sabotage you purposely
(Get it together) If I could just think clearer
But, I cant take time to reflect in the dirty mirror (yeah yeah)
I tried to summon the spirits to get me through this period
Of darkness and hopelessness, you listen close I swear youll hear it
The most phenomenal marketable manic depression
Mad aggression, mad questions, whiskey stops all the stressin (yeah)
My weakness is I have no fear
Slice my neck ear to ear, join Proof, FUCK bein here!
Yeah, sometimes Im lost in Los Angeles
Hangin on for dear life, like I got analysts


Date of text publication: 16.01.2021 at 23:20