Black Orchid
LANDMARQUE
GENRE
[Verse 1]
He was a black orchid, black type, retired criminal
Only one with the wings, off the floor but kinda mythical
He got nothing to lose so he got no fear
Gave the cops a cold stare, left the crash with a bruise
He said he's never seen a gangster with so many lives
He's been a banger since a kid
From a family like mine, it's hard to be afraid of retribution
[?]
Anything is heavenly skipping, climbing doors of a jail
Freedom has a rule
Every rule is a prison to teach you at the school
The power of prison makes the narrow vision for a fool
Who's the hero and the villain?
Makes a difference what is cruel in the definition tool
[Chorus]
I wonder what's the next thing
Can't wait to make the gat sing
All day looking for the next binge, ay
Gold chain on your neck swing
I wonder what's the next thing
Cheap like the next fling
All day looking for the next binge, ay
Gold chain on your neck swing
[Verse 2]
It's the night of the knives in the neighbourhood of guilotines
Mothers crying from the murders at the crime scene
These kids don't know what it is to be content
And they're learning from us
We're the last line of the defence
And it's a broken shell, images of show-and-tell
Butler with a [?] and tell
The guardian's tripping over eggshells
Lines blurry but the truth is...
Well, I'm selling it for silver pieces
So my name must be Judahs
[Chorus]
I wonder what's the next thing
Can't wait to make the gat sing
All day looking for the next binge, ay
Gold chain on your neck swing
I wonder what's the next thing
Cheap like the next fling
All day looking for the next binge, look
Gold chain on your neck swing
[Verse 3]
You can die in the slums and the streets are out of order
And they got no names, brought a twist inside a corner
A depiction of a cinematic work of fiction
But the horror flick is true, every blood drop is a pixel
So who [?] when the earth cries
It carries a thousand stories in the soil and no award prize
The book can never tell how the highest angel ever fell
You get to sell the endings on the shelves
Telling people how they cannot always be better
It's kinda strange how you get unhinged when you're under pressure
The pulling of a feeling at the cartel roadblock
Like a midnight knock at the door, it's got your soul shocked
I keep wondering how they perceived the end game
A society stuck in the cycle like the end frame
Gotta thank the heavens for the day that the breath came
Every second is a blessing for the death king
[Chorus]
I wonder what's the next thing
Can't wait to make the gat sing
All day looking for the next binge
Gold chain on your neck swing
I wonder what's the next thing
Is it cheap like the next fling?
All day looking for the next binge, hey
Gold chain on your neck swing
I wonder what's the next thing
Can't wait to make the gat sing
All day looking for the next binge
Gold chain on your neck swing
I wonder what's the next thing
Is it cheap like the next fling?
All day looking for the next binge, hey
Gold chain on your neck swing
I wonder what's the next thing
He was a black orchid, black type, retired criminal
Only one with the wings, off the floor but kinda mythical
He got nothing to lose so he got no fear
Gave the cops a cold stare, left the crash with a bruise
He said he's never seen a gangster with so many lives
He's been a banger since a kid
From a family like mine, it's hard to be afraid of retribution
[?]
Anything is heavenly skipping, climbing doors of a jail
Freedom has a rule
Every rule is a prison to teach you at the school
The power of prison makes the narrow vision for a fool
Who's the hero and the villain?
Makes a difference what is cruel in the definition tool
[Chorus]
I wonder what's the next thing
Can't wait to make the gat sing
All day looking for the next binge, ay
Gold chain on your neck swing
I wonder what's the next thing
Cheap like the next fling
All day looking for the next binge, ay
Gold chain on your neck swing
[Verse 2]
It's the night of the knives in the neighbourhood of guilotines
Mothers crying from the murders at the crime scene
These kids don't know what it is to be content
And they're learning from us
We're the last line of the defence
And it's a broken shell, images of show-and-tell
Butler with a [?] and tell
The guardian's tripping over eggshells
Lines blurry but the truth is...
Well, I'm selling it for silver pieces
So my name must be Judahs
[Chorus]
I wonder what's the next thing
Can't wait to make the gat sing
All day looking for the next binge, ay
Gold chain on your neck swing
I wonder what's the next thing
Cheap like the next fling
All day looking for the next binge, look
Gold chain on your neck swing
[Verse 3]
You can die in the slums and the streets are out of order
And they got no names, brought a twist inside a corner
A depiction of a cinematic work of fiction
But the horror flick is true, every blood drop is a pixel
So who [?] when the earth cries
It carries a thousand stories in the soil and no award prize
The book can never tell how the highest angel ever fell
You get to sell the endings on the shelves
Telling people how they cannot always be better
It's kinda strange how you get unhinged when you're under pressure
The pulling of a feeling at the cartel roadblock
Like a midnight knock at the door, it's got your soul shocked
I keep wondering how they perceived the end game
A society stuck in the cycle like the end frame
Gotta thank the heavens for the day that the breath came
Every second is a blessing for the death king
[Chorus]
I wonder what's the next thing
Can't wait to make the gat sing
All day looking for the next binge
Gold chain on your neck swing
I wonder what's the next thing
Is it cheap like the next fling?
All day looking for the next binge, hey
Gold chain on your neck swing
I wonder what's the next thing
Can't wait to make the gat sing
All day looking for the next binge
Gold chain on your neck swing
I wonder what's the next thing
Is it cheap like the next fling?
All day looking for the next binge, hey
Gold chain on your neck swing
I wonder what's the next thing
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