Dry Ice

[Verse 1: billy woods]

Yeah, I was in on the plot, but you still got a fien' shock'

Election's over, but the robocalls never stop

Negotiations broke down, they sent in RoboCop

I don't know nothin', I don't call a lot

Answerin' the phone like you know I want somethin'

Hey, you not wrong

She said "Come inside if you comin'" so we bet the farm (of course)

Anything I ever got was on the arm

Anything I ever got was on my own

Mengistu how I watch the throne

Type of kid who never wanna be at home

Be in the park shootin' hoops alone

In the dark, red flag, but what you really gon' do for him?

He already gone

Once they put him in the hole, he was ready for 'em

Submit the verse long form, still put it on Twitter for you silly niggas

Walk past homeless like "Cry me a river"

No question about it, doc, I'm gettin' sicker

When she said the magic word, definitely got bigger

No question about it, I'm definitely gettin' sicker

Smoke like dry ice, every line is a mirror

Try as they might, never see him clearer

What he most wanted she wouldn't give

Took everything else, he the type to do it big

[Hook: billy woods]

It's like an ocean out there

Sometimes I wonder how I keep from going under though

Under the undertow

It's like an ocean out there

Sometimes I wonder how I keep from going under though

Under the undertow

It's like an ocean out there

Sometimes I wonder how I keep from going under though

Under the undertow

It's like an ocean out there

Sometimes I wonder how I keep from going under though

Under the undertow

It's like an ocean out there

Sometimes I wonder how I keep from going under though

Under the undertow

It's like an ocean out there

Sometimes I wonder how I keep from going under though

Under the undertow

[Verse 2: E L U C I D]

The universe is unbothered

What's the matter if I murder a few rap bloggers? (Him)

History told by a conqueror

Rounded the remains to the nearest tenth

Tell me how he grew grain like it's his

Leave no print

Skin to skin

Wickedness in high places, watch your shin

Swordplay, bounty of war, red sauce is port-based

Storm chasin'

Tryna to melt my face on my born day

Shape of things to come

Practicin' for a world where they don't exist

Pigs that shoot hoops with the kids

Few months later, slappin' cuff links on they wrist

Runnin' off script, pop, smoke, sniff

Psychotropic dose, pockets open, swear to no one

I know oceans, I got no lungs