Stained Materials

[Intro]
Red blood leaked down my chin
These streets porcelain
Girl I could've been something
Could've been something
No allegiance
I was dreamin'
I was dreamin'
No allegiance in a brave death
Where you go I’m in the same breath
Silver chain on my neck I was dreamin'
Police state
Police state [on the steps?]
They stare back I'm on the hedge
On a train and my phone melt
M65 Blade tucked in my belt (in my chеst)
Where you go I’m in the samе hotel (in the same room)
I was dreamin' (I was dreamin', dreamin' for you)
I was dreamin' (dreamin' I was dead)
Switched lanes and I [?] some hell (fucked up in the head)
I'm in the same hotel, sweat bead off my forehead (on my neck)
Where you go I'm in the same bed (starin' at you)
Where you go I'm in the same bed (where you go)
I turn over on my side and rocks lay before me (where we going now?)
In the passenger seat but we stay lonely (last I hear)
Cradle stones deep (where we going now?)
Police state [on the steps?] (I could've been something)
I got a feeling in my stomach and it holds me (I was dreamin')
I was dreamin'
I was dreamin' I was dead (I was dreamin' for you)
I was dreamin'
I was dreamin' (I was dreamin' alone)
I was dreamin' I was dead (dreamin')
Girl I was dreamin'
Girl I was dreamin' I was dead
I was dreamin'
Dreamin'
I was dreamin' I was dead (dreamin')
I let it rain in my head
I was dreamin' I was dead

[Verse 1]
My face on a camera and she off the angel dust
Me, myself and I the only faces that I trust
[Brought myself a baddie sleepin' low it's all for drug out for you got my blade inside a game a day I wanna take a cut?]
Drug dealer, front seater, push beamer
Drinkin' on this rum it got me fucking up my nerves
Had this car upon the street, dealin’ crack upon the curb
Kush reefer, lungs beat up, swerve, swerve

[Chorus]
I see 'em lurk in my peripherals
In the back of the club, with some criminals
Wine on me, stained materials
I make her whine on me, stained materials
I see 'em lurk in my peripherals
In the back of the club, with some criminals
Wine on me, stained materials
I make her whine on me, stained materials

[Verse 2]
Police investigations I could always get [these streets?] impreg-a-nated
Separated drill a metal plate in
Put a hole in a wall
Four holes in the gate up
Armour the estate up
[No harm?] what you made of?
Got shot in my face, I'm still up on payment
Feelin' myself on the paper
Money might make me a deal on the table
[?] four-wheel drive in a range rov’ [?]
No Blackhaine [?]
Came out the estate then i fucked a potato
[Then cook?] so hard where the chain go
In the back with the G’s in the [hay?] smoke
They know
Staring back I’m on the edge
[Putty stick?] to my head (to my head)
She took permission [?] rest (never rest)
They burn my car I could see them on a [?]
CCTV [through the ‘dem?]
Threw this chain upon my neck
And it weighin’ down my head
When she see me hold the rev
I was really off my meds
I was sleepin’ in her room
Suffocatin’ from [his usage of?] my bed
For this money im obsessed
For this money I’m upset
Still proof [on a vest?]

[Chorus]
I see 'em lurk in my peripherals
In the back of the club, with some criminals
Wine on me, stained materials
I make her whine on me, stained materials
I see 'em lurk in my peripherals
In the back of the club, with some criminals
Wine on me, stained materials
I make her whine on me, stained materials