BlackLynk - STRANGER SCHEMES Lyrics

Been Bob, y'all recording for fun
Jim Hopp, bet you OINK with the gun
Like Joyce, think I'm losing my sons
Like Joyce, think I'm losing my sons
I seal deals, but you squandered my trust
You Will squeal if we all on the run
Like Joyce, think I'm losing my sons
Like Joyce, think I'm losing my sons

Already know, Detroit city, that crazy place
Upside Down in my day-to-day
Clash on the mind, do I stay or fade?
Through dungeons, a nigga still made a way
You frontin, can't even take major pain
Dustin, you niggas look major lame
Straight buggin, no Zipper, all through yo transmitter
The lights go flicker, then Amazing Grace
My mind's a slave
Shut up, I isolate
Despite the name, Papa numbered us all the same
What I became? Want me to grip on your brain whenever I'm feeling insane?
Bitch I got no friends, I'm unable to sell mates, less I'm locked in a cage. Promise

Been Bob, y'all recording for fun
Jim Hopp, bet you OINK with the gun
Like Joyce, think I'm losing my sons
Like Joyce, think I'm losing my sons
I seal deals, but you squandered my trust
You Will squeal if we all on the run
Like Joyce, think I'm losing my sons
Like Joyce, think I'm losing my sons
Big Bob, y'all recording for fun
Jim Hopp, bet you OINK with the gun
Like Joyce, think I'm losing my sons
Like Joyce, think I'm losing my sons
I was there when you was nibbling crumbs
Now they only do the feat for the sum
Think you better than you actually dumb
Joyce Byers, I be losing my sons

Fiends getting lamer
Things getting Stranger
Red room, red room, tip of my anger
Boy, you not Will, can't leave, you in danger
Fiends getting lamer
Schemes getting Stranger
Duck sitting right beside a pig, like Jakers
Never caught suit, I'll leave em all hangered
Never caught a suit, I'll leave em all IRONED OUT
Pedal to the boots, this gas don't tire out
Hamster, stuck up in the Wheel, you'll buy a vowel
Sensory deprived to the work, don't lie about
No foraging, gorgeously, gorging
A Demogorgon about to bite down-
Bad, Indiana folk, Gary, no Oak
But you GHOSTING when them lights out

Been Bob, y'all recording for fun
Jim Hopp, bet you OINK with the gun
Like Joyce, think I'm losing my sons
Like Joyce, think I'm losing my sons
I seal deals, but you squandered my trust
You Will squeal if we all on the run
Like Joyce, think I'm losing my sons
Like Joyce, think I'm losing my sons
Big Bob, y'all recording for fun
Jim Hopp, bet you OINK with the gun
Like Joyce, think I'm losing my sons
Like Joyce, think I'm losing my sons
I was there when you was nibbling crumbs
Now they only do the feat for the sum
Think you better than you actually dumb
Joyce Byers, I be losing my sons