Incredibly Illegal - Pig Pen

I break it, by God, your face Awakened, two eyes, ballooning Open sesame Super silence in the quiet, eye inside the storm Water from your broken iris fell toward the floor Everything waiting, shakin' as it drops I tried for you and I, for too hard, for too long Gave it all and everything for more time, but I lost Ooh, we're breakin' down Whispers would deafen me now You don't make a sound Heartbreak was never so loud Ooh, I'm breakin' down Whispers would deafen me now You don't make a sound Heartbreak was never so loud Two hearts foldin' Pulling everything Ooh, I'm breakin' down Whispers would deafen me now You don't make a sound Heartbreak was never so loud Ooh, I'm breakin' down Whispers would deafen me now You don't make a sound It's all so incredibly loud It's all so incredibly loud

When you're young, not much matters When you find something that you care about, then that's all you got When you go to sleep at night, you dream of music When you wake up, it's the same thing It's there in your face, you can't escape it Sometimes when you're young The only place to go is inside, that's just it Music is what I love Take that away from me and I really got nothing Hah-hah! This shit right here, this feel like a million bucks Jerm, make sure I'm coming through clear here Most Dope, what it is? Ladies and gentlemen, you are now in tune to K.I.D.S., uh Motherfucker, I feel like the hardest working kid in America Playing with the pros, I remember being amateur But now I'm rocking shows, see the lights from the camera phones See my people and they hands is up Yeah, the game a girl, trying to tease, but don't plan to fuck My older brother told me that I'm finally manning up, 'cause I've been a fuckup, if you ask me But I'm still praying that my teachers gon' pass me Letters from my soul, scriptures from the Torah Only give you what you like, I'm a station on Pandora Rock a sag, my girl tell me pull my shorts up Rock solid, homie, I'm built Ford tough Sip a little lean, smoke a little weed We just trying to keep it cool, so we blast the AC Some people hate, we tell 'em it's all gravy Yeah, you got your team, but I'm fighting with the navy Battle to the top We in it to win it, we won't stop No more going to stores, but don't cop shit Never go another day with empty pockets Houston, you there? We balling like the Rockets And now these eyeballs dropping out they sockets High honor roll, but not thinking 'bout a college Love with these rhymes, want the cover of Time Man of the Year, got my image stuck in your mind Hold up one second Girl, this my last L, I'ma roll it up with you Cop some brand new shoes, put me in a good mood I'ma bring a couple homies, you can call a couple friends Is there a type of alcohol that you would recommend? Being young so fun, I don't ever want to age Haven't came down in the past five days Just trying to tell it like it is, we the shit You now dealing with some motherfuckin' kids What? Rostrum Records in this bitch (Hah-hah) Thank y'all for tuning in (What up, E?) Let me do what I do Most Dope, thumbs up, Pittsburgh What up, Taylor Gang? RD, ID Labs, Benji Big Jerm, everybody, man Let's do it, yeah It's my time right now K.I.D.S., kicking some incredibly dope shit Bitch

Красные глаза скрывают тёмные стёкла, Заколотили, приоткрыли окна Катимся по эподромки, Музыка играет громко у нас в колонках. Ааай... ножи заточены, Вроде зае*бись, но как айфон "залоченный" Не туда не сюда как с козла молока, Так и с тебя х*й дождешься репака, сносного. Скоро прикатим и распишемся на постерах Вашей бригаде подростков И подругам пустим по кругу Вкусненький, толстый, свеже-закрученный уголь. То чего тебе не хватало: Музыка больших машин, темных кварталов, Огромные мешки зелёного жирного нала, Клеющий большой косяк нелегала. То чего тебе не хватало: Музыка больших машин, темных кварталов, Огромные мешки зелёного жирного нала, Клеющий большой косяк нелегала. Струится дым поэтому смеешься ты И скоро зацветут подпольные сады в шкафах, Корни достанут до воды и тогда Мы снова будем искать себя в их плодах. По направлению ветра, метр за метром Мимо погонов мента в подземные недры, В моем вагоне всегда знакомые ветки, Бываем дома, но бываем редко. Убывает время налево, направо, на ложь и на правду, на кураж, и на вату, но. Это то чего тебе не хватало. То чего тебе не хватало: Музыка больших машин, темных кварталов, Огромные мешки зелёного жирного нала, Клеющий большой косяк нелегала. То чего тебе не хватало: Музыка больших машин, темных кварталов, Огромные мешки зелёного жирного нала, Клеющий большой косяк нелегала.