Daark - Midwest Warlord (feat. Stix) Lyrics

I walk in, "Hey baby!"
Like I'm Corey in the house
I might go and get hazy, let me blow another pound
Played a show and then they paid me
Then I spent it on my spouse
They were roaming out to slay me when I burnt another town down
Foaming like some rabies when I worked another round
In the Four is when the pay me putting dirt inside a mound
It was boring what they played me, so I made another sound
It's a story that I'm making, I might break a little ground
Got my hounds, gather round
Now pursue, come back in town
I know I never wore a frown
When I was blowing thunder loud
Reverse it, swerve it, track them down
Immerse, converge without a sound
Observe the worst out of this jerk
He won't converse when I'm around
I came back to my city, Substacks went and rated me
Back to my city and the rest said they hated me
Back to my city, played a show I made them pay to see
Cause when I made that tape, they run away
They got afraid of me
You better not pray for me, go pray for Webster X
He made up a fantasy where he's a better ex
Sad example turned to sample when I switch that S
Put your pointer finger down, you're an embarrassment
In the trial, said your judgment was in error then
I pushed the dial, so let's go with an experiment
Throw these idols all the way off of the parapet
I'll wear a smile like the diamond that it's rarer than
Digi camo on my body, I do not want to be seen
River's shallow when we cross it, not a body on the scene
Woke my Lexus from its sleep, took a right out on Vliet
It's not a flex, it's what I've been, and I put that all on-
Shaking tailbone, it's some dice on that backside
This the late show, looking nice in the right light
I became known for surviving their eyesight
Lake's a spray zone, better slide out the sight line
Wrap that shirt around my face
Couple towers on the tee
Tap the corners down in place
Now they really know it's me
Hard body what I pilot
I can barely even see
Hard left and keep it silent
Then I move like-
I walk in, "Hey baby!"
Like I'm Corey in the house
I might go and get hazy, let me blow another pound
Played a show and then they paid me
Then I spent it on my spouse
They were roaming out to slay me when I burnt another town down
Foaming like some rabies when I worked another round
In the Four is when the pay me putting dirt inside a mound
It was boring what they played me, so I made another sound
It's a story that I'm making, I might break a little ground