The Whispers - What For lyrics

[Chorus] What for, hanging by, a sinner's at the drug store Barely even said he at the front door Hate my own sh** but I love yours f** I really love yours [Verse 1] I got ebola flow Blowing holes in ho's and pros who still take photos though Load the bow with potent doses of that malatov the show Go from show to show be f**in' hoes they want the totem pole Only f** with bros and girls who sing along with boats & ho's So much Room for activity, prove divinity And Bruce was spiritually new to bigger things prove that physically They wanna lock us up in new facilities Snatch us from vicinity Just cause of the deepness of our pigment G Major in minorities Love is just a heart disease I can feel the demons festering inside my arteries Then released in artistry Cupid mastered archery And he's a flying baby I think I can manage armories Harmony achieved and I could part the seas i'm Blessed but never sneeze and that's just my hypothesis Just a theory, in search for success you shouldn't fear the Potential chance to fail or do you motherf**as hear me singing what for? [Chorus] What for, hanging by, a sinner's at the drug store Barely even said he at the front door Hate my own sh** but I love yours f** I really love yours [Verse 2] This prescription listen, I'm penicillin Viscous, writtens hittin' Premonitions, this is foretold I need more gold I need more flows, more ho's, more clothes My heart beats in morse code, but what for? I said I just needed love, I needed much more I said, I don't wanna hug I wanna f** more I said, falling deeper down like n***a what floor? Find my love is d** or lust or back and forth Pen and pad & that's an acid dragon boi I been asking god for faith and money sh** what matters more? I been stuck in ruts and dodging bullsh** askin' matadors I'm 21 make the greatest rappers look like amateurs but what for? [Chorus] What for, hanging by, a sinner's at the drug store Barely even said he at the front door Hate my own sh** but I love yours f** I really love yours [Verse 3: Whispers] Lucy after Lucy roll another doobie sprinkling leak inside my leaf start to tweakin' gettin' groovy I can't tell you but I love it life is easier to deal with when your attitude is f** it temptation call it seen call it foolery if not We all love to touch the stove although we know its f**ing hot Like the block consequences always outweighed over war Like an out patient who's outta patience im pacing for war Its the thrill its the rush I know mentally its foolish Whats the point in having rules if you can't break em then you useless Been a left lane n***a, stretch cane n***a, one two inside your nose and clear your chest pains n***a like What for, hanging by, a sinner's at the drug store Barely even said he at the front door Hate my own sh** but I love yours f** I really love yours