We Ain't Gonna Die Today Lyrics - Southsiders - Atmosphere

Hands stay clean till the well go dry 

The clutch kinda sticks right 

Aim for the sky 

And let a few fly 

In due time, gonna get right 

There's no loose ties 

I'm not the new guy 

I'm just one hand at twelve'o'clock 

The other one stirs your melting pot 

And if I had a third hand 

I'd use it to turn up the music 

Louder 

You like to complain, huh 

You gonna hide 'till the rain comes? 

Feel my shine, I'm the same son 

No matter what I've done 

I remember where I came from 

The flood made the neighborhood messy 

But you've got the keys to the Chevy 

Have to drive, until the afterlife 

So we can steal the feast 

Out of the Beast's belly 

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We ain't gonna die today 

Right now I'm wide awake 

Tell her that the devil got a price to pay 

Letter by letter all I'm trying to say 

That we ain't gonna die today 

Right now I'm wide awake 

Rock solid, head held high 

Hands stay clean 'till the well go dry 

Right now I'm wide awake 

Right now I'm wide awake 

Right now I'm wide awake 

Hands stay clean 'till the well go dry 

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One wheel for the clock that we live within 

I feel like your father, discipline 

It's unconvincing when I tell them that hell 

Ain't nothing but a place in Michigan 

Two wheels in the gutter, engine reving 

I feel like your mother, listen, suggestion 

Don't test if you're really not a threat 

If my crew get fresh, take you all the way to heaven 

Honesty stinks a little 

It's cause it comes from deep inside you 

It's covered in blood and bile 

And it tastes so self-entitled 

And you can keep a wood stake in the trunk 

On the off chance that the fairy tales ain't bunk 

And I'mm save a bottle of that funk 

To get motel parking lot balcony crunk 

A true fiend would hit the screen 

Halfway there tryna live the dream 

Cops with lights shining in my face 

Cause my names not attached to these license plates 

Freedom is a paperweight 

But you can't explain that to an inmate 

So I'mma keep rolling past these mile markers 

And I'mma deliver this flame to the fire starters