Written and Performed by ill Nicky
Produced by Ant Chamberlain
Recorded, Mixed and Mastered by Sean Powers and Will Saulsky
Recorded at Studio 403 LA
Distributed by United Masters on behalf of ill Music Group
lyrics
All I see
In my head
Broken hearts
Painted red
I go hard
Till I’m dead
Thru the dark
in a Benz
Burn rubber thru Hell
and fight my demons
Yea yea
so wish me well
while I’m breathing
I cannot lie, I do my shit
Ice too big that hurts my wrist
I don’t get high, I drift
I don’t dress fly, I drip
I cannot lie, I do my shit
Ice too big that hurts my wrist
I don’t get high, I drift
I don’t dress fly, I drip
Off whites, with a black bandana
Paizans, with some real bad manners
Long nights, I feel like Santa,
Pockets getting big man I’m just like Hammer
I cannot lie, I do my shit
Ice too big that hurts my wrist
I don’t get high, I drift
I don’t dress fly, I drip
I been feelin’ like a rock star all my life
Lookin like cop cars with all these lights
Rollin on dubs like I’m from the Westside
Can’t take my love won’t take my pride
I came from the bay
Like Andre
Italian bouta’ blow like Pompeii
Pour me up a little bit of Bombay,
I been out here drippin’ all day,
I know my dreams have been crazy,
Back in the day they would hate me,
Young and love,
All I want
One chance
Yea yea
My heart
Drip blood
For this
Yea yea
All I see
In my head,
Broken hearts
Painted red,
I go hard
Till im dead
Thru the dark
in a Benz
Burn rubber thru Hell
and fight my demons
Yea yea
so wish me well
Oh while im breathing
I cannot lie, I do my shit
Ice too big that hurts my wrist
I don’t get high, I drift
I don’t dress fly, I drip,
I cannot lie, I do my shit
Ice too big that hurts my wrist
I don’t get high, I drift
I don’t dress fly, I drip
Off whites, with a black bandana,
Paizans, with some real bad manners
Long nights, I feel like Santa
Pockets getting big man I’m just like Hammer,
I cannot lie, I do my shit
Ice too big that hurts my wrist
I don’t get high, I drift
I don’t dress fly, I drip
Take this town
Paint it all red,
Came from the ashes
Rose from the dead
I wear a mask
I’m the same as the rest
I’m feeling trapped
But its me at my best
Big red ruby on lock
(Stop)
I know her big booty gon’ pop
(Pop)
the VVS will leave em shocked
Like PBS we’ll make em watch
Take a rock and press it to a diamond
Polish what you got until it shine
Searching thru the dark it’s like were mining
Balenciaga’s filthy from the grind
Young and love
All I want
One chance
Yea yea
My heart
Drip blood
For this
Yea yea
All I see
In my head
Broken hearts
Painted red
I go hard
Till I’m dead
Thru the dark
in a Benz
Burn rubber thru Hell
and fight my demons
Yea yea
so wish me well
while I’m breathing
I cannot lie, I do my shit
Ice too big that hurts my wrist
I don’t get high, I drift
I don’t dress fly, I drip
I cannot lie, I do my shit
Ice too big that hurts my wrist
I don’t get high, I drift
I don’t dress fly, I drip
Off whites, with a black bandana
Paizans, with some real bad manners
Long nights, I feel like Santa,
Pockets getting big man I’m just like Hammer
I cannot lie, I do my shit
Ice too big that hurts my wrist
I don’t get high, I drift
I don’t dress fly, I drip
An album steeped in classic Ohio funk and soul, traveling from psych-rock to industrial, from 808s to old-school rap. Bandcamp New & Notable Nov 21, 2017
