"fingerprints" lyrics

E-e-e-eleven-seventy-seven

Hands up if you feel it, yeah yeah
Fingerprints upon the ceiling, yeah yeah
Do you really wanna defeat it? Oh, yeah yeah
Your face I wanna see it, oh, yeah yeah

Sometimes the lines is all I know
Cock back reload it then explode
Put the gun right up to my dome
Too scared to pull it yea I know

I would have done it long time ago
Not suicidil, but I wanna go
Dark shadows and a lot of souls
Fuck it nigga now you know

I pop my xan
I smoke my spliff
I'm never lonely, yea

This life thing she a bitch
She not my homie

Yea, yea glad I got my weed cause holy moly
Life a slow leak
Keep it lowkey
Fuck the police
Smoking OG...

Hands up if you feel it, yeah yeah
Fingerprints upon the ceiling, yeah yeah
Do you really wanna defeat it? Oh, yeah yeah
Your face I wanna see it, oh, yeah yeah

I put my pain in joint
Then I rolled that shit up
I call it a distraction
Making all of my choices while I'm too fucked up

I got no satisfaction
I got way, way too close to the edge
And goddamn I admit the attraction
Count your blessings you're here
I dunno what you think
But this shit is not lasting

Cross my "T"s and dot my "I"s
Moving swiftly pass that line
Made my choice to be sublime
Cos there's a better way

Hands up if you feel it, yeah yeah
Fingerprints upon the ceiling, yeah yeah
Do you really wanna defeat it? Oh, yeah yeah
Your face I wanna see it, oh, yeah yeah