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Stone Jone - 20 East lyrics

Artist: Stone Jone

album: Stone Jone and the Interpretation of Dreams


20 I'm east
Ghost in the shadow of trees
I'm tryin' make it away
Feet on the leaves
I hear the shoes on the street coming up faster on me
I see the heat
Soon as I get to the door
I already know what it's for
They want the keys
They got a hand on my head
He got a gun on my back
Pushing me in
I couldn't sit on the seat
Forced me to lay on the mat
20 I'm east
Feels like 10 minutes at least, and we still on the same street
They hit the light
They made the left then a right
I'm tryin' get me a peek out the back of the window
Look for locations and signs but there's nothing I really could see
They didn't speak
I'm tryin' slick and sneak
Reach for the phone
Is he alseep
Barely can look in his eyes, light please don't come on
I hit the iphone, icon alone
Immediately muted the sound
After one ring, my girl she picked up so quick
She know I'm headed in town
Driver then turned on the signal to merge to an exit from my angle I couldn't see
Voice on the phone is saying hello while the man in the back is looking at me
I'm out of time, so I start screaming and yelling... help me! I'm 20 east
He stomps his foot on my teeth
I try to grab for the heat
I try to grab for the heat
20 I'm east
Ghost in the shadow of trees
I'm tryin' make it away
20 I'm east
Ghost in the shadow of trees
I'm tryin' make it away
20 I'm east
Ghost in the shadow of trees
I'm tryin' make it away
Feet on the leaves
Feet on the leaves
Feet on the leaves
Feet on the leaves
20 I'm east
Sheep roam with their eyes closed and we watch close that's the wolf in us
Square niggas wanna dabble in street shit, jump off the porch and we're pulling up
Tough guys start to softened up
When these pistols start to poppin' up
When these pistols get to popin' off
Heat up the block like it's Molotov
Flexin' draws attention
But leisure's made you weak
You flaunt your life and riches
But I'm starving and ready to eat
I won't pray God's forgiveness
Cause this is the bed I've made
I'd rather be a suspect than a victim
Jesus was killed and Judas got paid
20 I'm east
Got us a duck in the car
This nigga better not move
I don't got nothing to lose
But I got plenty to prove
Overheard he got the work
Sent the bitch let her go flirt
How many niggas he with
Is the heater up under his shirt
We watched carefully
Found a mark let's ride out
He left after 3
Stumbling outside now
We crept carefully
Prepared, to collide out
Feet drag in the leaves
I pulled the heat we drive out
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