HiddenRoad, Eremitic - In the Present Lyrics

Up in the present, trying to make my past stop
I’m up in the hills like a windows backdrop
Cruising down the lane and I’m thinking of my life
Blood in my veins and blood on my knife
Up in the present, trying to make my past stop
I’m up in the hills like a windows backdrop
Cruising down the lane and I’m thinking of my life
Blood in my veins and blood on my knife
I got blood on my knife, out the mud I got mine
Climbing up the hills, got a drug for the strife
All right, only feel at peace when the gun is cocked
Invincible, cruising through the streets like a juggernaut
X-Factor, I don’t mess around with X Man
The club for the young-ins and the molly for the next man
Always ride solo, fuck a yes man
Don’t play when the pistol slang, to the death man
Goddamn, it always seem like violence is the plan
Sick in the mind like silence of the lambs
You pushing rocks, I’m not buying that fam
Not packing glocks, you just lie to the fans
You not hiding it man, we can all see inside
You are fraudulent, but they choose to believe the lie
Not I, I don’t rap about guns to seem tough
I’m from Texas Mother Fucker and I really will bust
Up in the present, trying to make my past stop
I’m up in the hills like a windows backdrop
Cruising down the lane and I’m thinking of my life
Blood in my veins and blood on my knife
Up in the present, trying to make my past stop
I’m up in the hills like a windows backdrop
Cruising down the lane and I’m thinking of my life
Blood in my veins and blood on my knife
Try to live in the present but the past never stops
Living right right now but in the past I was not
Focused on the music, I don’t care if it flops
How the fuck you a rapper but your album never drops
You need to stop, I don’t get down with the mumble
Get a grip rappers, knock ‘em down and they fumble
Big headed on the track but in person get humbled
Get your block knocked off, ready, set, rumble
On the green like golf, fuck a bag, keep a bundle
Big pimpin’, Dennis Hof, keep you bitches under control
Stacking up the tracks like a trapper stacking hundo’s
To fuck with me is crazy like attacking at a gun show
Oh no, I really do this day and night
Couple shots came at me but they wasn't aiming right
Bust back, I don’t rap about guns to seem bad
I’m from Texas Mother Fucker and I really stay strapped
Up in the present, trying to make my past stop
I’m up in the hills like a windows backdrop
Cruising down the lane and I’m thinking of my life
Blood in my veins and blood on my knife
Up in the present, trying to make my past stop
I’m up in the hills like a windows backdrop
Cruising down the lane and I’m thinking of my life
Blood in my veins and blood on my knife

Up in the present, trying to make my past stop
I’m up in the hills like a windows backdrop
Cruising down the lane and I’m thinking of my life
Blood in my veins and blood on my knife
Up in the present, trying to make my past stop
I’m up in the hills like a windows backdrop
Cruising down the lane and I’m thinking of my life
Blood in my veins and blood on my knife
I got blood on my knife, out the mud I got mine
Climbing up the hills, got a drug for the strife
All right, only feel at peace when the gun is cocked
Invincible, cruising through the streets like a juggernaut
X-Factor, I don’t mess around with X Man
The club for the young-ins and the molly for the next man
Always ride solo, fuck a yes man
Don’t play when the pistol slang, to the death man
Goddamn, it always seem like violence is the plan
Sick in the mind like silence of the lambs
You pushing rocks, I’m not buying that fam
Not packing glocks, you just lie to the fans
You not hiding it man, we can all see inside
You are fraudulent, but they choose to believe the lie
Not I, I don’t rap about guns to seem tough
I’m from Texas Mother Fucker and I really will bust
Up in the present, trying to make my past stop
I’m up in the hills like a windows backdrop
Cruising down the lane and I’m thinking of my life
Blood in my veins and blood on my knife
Up in the present, trying to make my past stop
I’m up in the hills like a windows backdrop
Cruising down the lane and I’m thinking of my life
Blood in my veins and blood on my knife
Try to live in the present but the past never stops
Living right right now but in the past I was not
Focused on the music, I don’t care if it flops
How the fuck you a rapper but your album never drops
You need to stop, I don’t get down with the mumble
Get a grip rappers, knock ‘em down and they fumble
Big headed on the track but in person get humbled
Get your block knocked off, ready, set, rumble
On the green like golf, fuck a bag, keep a bundle
Big pimpin’, Dennis Hof, keep you bitches under control
Stacking up the tracks like a trapper stacking hundo’s
To fuck with me is crazy like attacking at a gun show
Oh no, I really do this day and night
Couple shots came at me but they wasn't aiming right
Bust back, I don’t rap about guns to seem bad
I’m from Texas Mother Fucker and I really stay strapped
Up in the present, trying to make my past stop
I’m up in the hills like a windows backdrop
Cruising down the lane and I’m thinking of my life
Blood in my veins and blood on my knife
Up in the present, trying to make my past stop
I’m up in the hills like a windows backdrop
Cruising down the lane and I’m thinking of my life
Blood in my veins and blood on my knife