Poor King of Sun Return

I'm gonna take you To a place far from here No one will see us Watch the pain as it disappears No time for anger No time for despair Won't you come with me There's a room for us there This innocent beauty My words can't describe This rebirth purity Brings a sullen tear right to your eyes No time for anger No time for despair Please let me take you Cause I'm already there I'm so alone My head's my home I'll return to serenity Rhyme without reason is why children cry They see through the system That's breeding them just so they die So please let me take you And I'll show you the truth Inside my reality We shared in youth I'm so alone My head's my home, and I feel So alone, you know, at last I'll return to serenity Now that I've taken you To a place far from here I really must go back Close your eyes and we'll disappear Won't you come with me Salvation we'll share Inside of my head now There's a room for us there I'm so alone My head's my home, and I feel So alone, you know, at last I'll return to serenity

The rusted chains of prison moons are shattered by the sun I walk a road, horizons change, the tournament's begun The purple piper plays his tune, the choir softly sing Three lullabies in an ancient tongue for the court of the crimson king The keeper of the city keys ut shutters on the dreams I wait outside the pilgrim's door with insufficient schemes The black queen chants, the funeral march, the cracked brass bells will ring To summon back the fire witch to the court of the crimson king The gardener plants an evergreen whilst trampling on a flower I chase the wind of a prism ship to taste the sweet and sour The pattern juggler lifts his hand, the orchestra begin As slowly turns the grinding wheel in the court of the crimson king On soft gray mornings widows cry, the wise men share a joke I run to grasp divining signs to satisfy the hoax The yellow jester does not play, but gently pulls the strings And smiles as the puppets dance in the court of the crimson king

Yeah, bitch I'm a king I fly overseas Grind for the cheese I grind for the paper I ride for my team And anywhere I go I roll up the weed She roll up with me Because I'm a king I fly overseas Grind for the cheese I grind for the paper I ride for my team And anywhere I go I roll up the weed She roll up with me Because I'm a king Ain't no debating New car, another one waiting I ride slow, remember faces Go hard no matter what the case is Hands down, one of the fans' favourite Not the one to play with Rich, young Not really trippin' on being famous Taylor Gang, can't a thing tame us Hundred million on my brain Groupies fuck me 'cause of my chain When I bleed just my name Man, the shit that I did for my gang Yeah, bitch I'm a king I fly overseas Grind for the cheese I grind for the paper I ride for my team And anywhere I go I roll up the weed She roll up with me Because I'm a king I fly overseas Grind for the cheese I grind for the paper I ride for my team And anywhere I go I roll up the weed She roll up with me Because I'm a king Real nigga Been in the game, you's a lil' nigga Diamonds on my chest now they Hilfiger Won't rest 'till I get a mil', nigga Always movin' forward, never still, nigga Always on my job, never chill, nigga Came from the 'Burgh field, how I feel nigga Now I'm in the Hills where I live, nigga Always said I do it big (do it big) Now them bitches get lost when they in my crib (in my crib) Yeah, I always go hard that's how I live (that's how I live) Got it, I got more to give Don't grind and it won't appear Take shots, there's smoke in the air Yeah, bitch I'm a king I fly overseas Grind for the cheese I grind for the paper I ride for my team And anywhere I go I roll up the weed She roll up with me Because I'm a king I fly overseas Grind for the cheese I grind for the paper I ride for my team And anywhere I go I roll up the weed She roll up with me Because I'm a king Light it up, light it up Light it up, light it up (ooh, yeah) Light it up (yeah), light it up (ooh, yeah) Light it up (yeah), light it up (ooh, yeah) Light it up, light it up Light it up (ooh, yeah), light it up (ooh) Light it up (ooh, yeah), light it up, light it up Yeah, bitch I'm a king I fly overseas Grind for the cheese I grind for the paper I ride for my team And anywhere I go I roll up the weed She roll up with me Because I'm a king I fly overseas Grind for the cheese I grind for the paper I ride for my team And anywhere I go I roll up the weed She roll up with me Because I'm a king

Beat so fast... The rhythm so fast Yeah... Ughhh Huh... Yeah Welcome to the "Point of No Return" where murders and gangstas meet And where I'm from, niggas'll lay you six feet deep And when you lay down, nigga you sleep with one eye open Witcha head cracked, spine busted, and rib cage broken In the 870, they call me K-I-N-G T-R-Double O-P hustle in the P-O-U-N-D Where they bang they B's and C's and G's and Treyz Chilling with A-N-T-D-O-G blowing haze Cali-made, Texas raised where the games don't get played Mesa Verde representer til I'm deep in my grave I'm posted up with Rob Thugga and he toting a gauge I got the Mac and King Troopa rolling with the AK Time to run up in they crib and lay, bodies down Wife and kids included no one to witness the crime Slaughterhouse, no not Royce Da 5'9" Real G's that'll run up on ya Royce with five nines As we creeping with nines, we taking yo grind Rob you for your shine while looking out for five-oh at the same time In my mind, evil thoughts lurkin' let's run up behind You take the left I take the right and let the bullets surround Gun busting my hobby in yo lobby letting that thing sing Ripping through bodies with my shotty look what my team bring A fully loaded pistol that whistles making the scene scream Extended clips and silencers two AR-15s With an infrared beam to help me to aim for shots to exchange That's coming right straight for your brain to help us remain On top of the game until it go bang Up in my range doing our thang stacking paper to help us maintain Wait, wait, wait, wait I just wanna make sure y'all heard what he said He said stacking paper to maintain, now that's insane Coming straight for your brain Nothing but dome shots baby, check me I kick the door in, swang the choppa and hit a nigga plexin No connection I wave it one time it'll spray in every direction Smith and Wesson with no discretion wrecking leavin' bloody messes Testing Tripl3 Thr3at you destined to end up meeting with the weapon Or I might come through yo ceiling while hanging upside down With the Nightvision Sniper Rifle, quiet no sound Red dots on his head, equals corpse on the ground Now there's white t-shirts with his pictures around the town I'm a hit you from a block away, then let them choppas spray Something like Dr. Dre that's how Tripl3 Thr3at operate If a nigga catch an attitude I'm a Ice em Eazy for Renegadin' I'm Mesa Verde, green and yellow believe me I won't deny it, I'm a straight ridah You don't wanna mess with me Got the police bussing at me But they can't do nothing to a G Troop gone spark and grill ya, a blood hound for scrilla Only took a couple of hot bullets just to kill ya Ant Dog's a nigga that'll leave ya body in the river Bullet holes delivered to ya head, neck, chest, and liver Make em quiver, make a grown man muffle Chop his body parts and mix it like a jigsaw puzzle I'm tryna see though, better holler at'cha P.O. Y'all niggas shoot ya guns worser than Shaq shooting a freethrow I got that Reggie Miller deadly from a distance For instance I can dot ya ceiling from any position On a mission for vengeance got these niggas hopin' and wishin That I don't kill em ya life is ending and ya death is beginning We winning we causing chaos and if you tryna sue me I'm robbin', same mask from the Michael Myers movie If a nigga don't have my money causing procrastination I'm a bust my guns no matter where even the police station (Evil laugh)

Wake up in the morning, grab my trees and I get to it Young nigga, I do my own thing so let me do it If you wanna know a thing about me, I'm 'bout my paper Fuck a bitch, soon as my iPhone ring I see you later Hop on in the Chevy, grab my keys and then I'm outtie First thing, If it's 'bout that cheese, then I'm about it I be stacking up, got no time for niggas hating Low we backing up, keep that clean and watch some Daytons Cruising down the street, hear my car before it's coming Fuck the police, windows down, I'm smoking something And my bitch bad, she gon' ride If shit get crazy Goons masked up, they gon' slide you try to play me Since a young nigga, kept that pack up in the telly Since a young nigga, been had tats like Makaveli Shoot for fun nigga My niggas bust, you better run nigga King of fucking everything Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Young rich nigga, smoking weed when I wanna Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Young rich nigga, smoking weed when I wanna Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Young rich nigga, smoking weed when I wanna Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Young rich nigga, smoking weed when I wanna When I touch down, have that pack, you fucking with me Fuck the bitch once, she talkin' about she love with me Let her smoke weed, drink champagne, do drugs with me We go out of town, dinner at TAO, do clubs with me What you niggas think, got more bank than and more ranks Smoking weed with some bitches in the club who don't drink Talkin' about they get money, they got expensive taste So I put it in her mouth and sent 'em both on their way I'll be there for one night, don't give a fuck if I stay Spent a couple hundred thousand in a couple of days Smoke a pound in my suite and then come up with a plate Bitch came over to my crib and had a comfortable stay She feeling my car, she feeling my chain She think I'm a star, I'm feeling the same I take her abroad, I fuck her insane I'm switching up broads, I'm killing the game Long range King of fucking everything Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Young rich nigga, smoking weed when I wanna Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Young rich nigga, smoking weed when I wanna Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Young rich nigga, smoking weed when I wanna Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Young rich nigga, smoking weed when I wanna