Storm Lyrics - Black Thoughts Vol. 2 - Tyga

[Stefano Moses] 

The city's gone with electricity 

No lights so I can hardly see 

And all the smiles, screaming rescue me, rescue me 

Who to trust, who can you believe? 

The devil owns this reality 

And all the smiles, screaming rescue me, rescue me 

Storm 

[Tyga] 

Uh, hate lies, never truth when it's televised 

Devils on the screen, fire in they eyes 

Put your face to a spell make your soul fly 

Pray every day, so I'm close to God 

Looking at the murder rate never ask why 

Colt 45, with a .45 

The innocent die young, can't judge life 

Never did, so I live fast every night 

Wonder why they breathe hate through they windpipes 

Motherfuckers want to take it instead of give advise 

Niggas left me, now I'm living right 

Trying to cheat death with the trick dice 

Gambling, can't rely on management 

If it's about business, I'ma handle it 

I see it all like an analyst 

Views of the water, big bills like a pelican 

I'm into different broads, fucking in foreign cars 

Wizard of Oz, tear colored Benz, I ain't got a heart 

No love, shoot the Cupid with a dart, danger in the park 

Motherfucker don't walk past dark 

What the fuck is Illuminati 

Old niggas with money 

Bitch, get the power light, stand tall tower light 

Got to fight, can't let them take our life 

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[Stefano Moses] 

The city's gone with electricity 

No lights so I can hardly see 

And all the smiles, screaming rescue me, rescue me 

Who to trust, who can you believe? 

The devil owns this reality 

And all the smiles, screaming rescue me, rescue me 

Storm 

[Tyga] 

Uh, take a step as the world spin 

Rumors come and go faster than a whirlwind 

Whirlpool, bitches all getting sucked in 

Booty model shake your ass, but you're broke bitch 

Man you niggas ain't balling in the bull pin 

Riding on the black mag, I'm a Cool Kid 

Last king living, give me space like a movement 

CREAM, get the money, whip icy like Cool Whip 

Oh shit, who shit nigga art gallery flow painted on a globe 

Use the color dope nigga I'm a lobe 

Levitator pro, crisis when he spoke, kicking in your door 

Hit the floor like Leroy with a globe 

Trying to win but the finish line's far, race against the odds 

Race don't matter when you're dead or start praying to the Gods 

Don't let me die so young 

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[Stefano Moses] 

The city's gone with electricity 

No lights so I can hardly see 

And all the smiles, screaming rescue me, rescue me 

You're too brave 

Who will paint that creed on our faces? 

Like the stars, you are far, with your back, to the others 

Storm 

Storm