Stranger

By Dallas Woods

Released on March 25, 2021

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[Intro: Dallas Woods]

Yeah, uh


[Verse 1: Dallas Woods]

This that bad man energy, brother, get your facts right

Cash rules everythin' around me, get your stacks right

Knowledge reigns supreme, got my head around the cream

If you ain't talkin' 'bout the team, you an opp, yeah, we that type

Dome get to spittin', no written, yeah, I'm that nice

You heard about the boogie man, I'm ill, yeah, I'm that guy

Propaganda, I'm black and white, I'm a panda

If I ain't standin' beside you, my brother, then I can't stand you, facts

Saint Patrick with the snakes, brother

Get to talkin' that talk, I make a snakе hover

I give fake homiеs wings

You know it ain't over till the old lady sings

Sayonara, my brudda, I'm bilingual

The rat race you chase, something I don't buy into

Authentic, if I said it, then I meant it

Cop the backlash, I meant it if I said it

Beginnin' and endin'

Tuck your chains in my young homie trainin'

Catch him by the train station, now they tradin'

Wish it was different, but youngins just never listen

Universally distracted, that's why they rep for they district

They see it all on the pictures, they see it in their pigment

Gotta fill that piggy bank, same time, fuck the pigs

To all the young brothers wanna make couple dollars

Got a couple cousins, tell you that it ain't what it is

[Chorus: Kee'Ahn & Dallas Woods]

There's a stranger in the mirror posing (Man it ain't what it is)

And the tension in my bones are growing (Man it ain't what it is)

My skin don't feel like home no more, reality is at my door (Man it ain't what it is)

I'm standing with my arms wide open (Man it ain't what it is)

There's a stranger in the mirror posing (Man it ain't what it is)

And the tension in my bones are growing (Man it ain't what it is)

My skin don't feel like home no more, reality is at my door (Man it ain't what it is)

I'm standing with my arms wide open (Yeah, uh)


[Verse 2: Dallas Woods]

Fundamentalists talkin' that ladi dadi

Nose candy Snoopy, they sniffin' all on that Charlie

Draw the line, fam, either that or line dance

Where they liable, so gotta check the alignment

Where they draw the line at, the hop skip and jump flow

Type of shit that have police knockin' at your front door

Knock-knock-knock, constable I know nothin'

Hello, goodbye, same time, the door shuttin'

Smack around the ears, my mumma say I'm arrogant

But she don't know the secrets that I'm carryin'

Lips zipped, Cliff Kid, savage I been it

Your outlook is no good, it's trash, boy, I bin it

E-K Wyndham, old man, I'm winnin'

No eight-mile road, this that gooda gooda feelin'

Red can Winnie Blues, yellow brother Pikachu

Six-pack, but know when it comes to women, boy, I pick and choose

I did it with no felonies, so what the hell you tellin' me?

Bein' true to yourself, brother, that's the recipe

I really got nothin' but love for my bros

Just to know the difference of smell when the enemy close

So, bro, never settle for less

Know your worth, why you tryna be better than them

Nothin' worse than them competitive men

Can I get an amen? Like, ayy man, why the hell you with them?

[Chorus: Kee'Ahn & Dallas Woods]

There's a stranger in the mirror posing (Man it ain't what it is)

And the tension in my bones are growing (Man it ain't what it is)

My skin don't feel like home no more, reality is at my door (Man it ain't what it is)

I'm standing with my arms wide open (Man it ain't what it is)

There's a stranger in the mirror posing (Man it ain't what it is)

And the tension in my bones are growing (Man it ain't what it is)

My skin don't feel like home no more, reality is at my door (Man it ain't what it is)

I'm standing with my arms wide open (Yeah, uh)

[Outro: Kee'Ahn & Dallas Woods]

That smile on your face just looks so out of place

You can't hide it no more (Hide it no more)

The chip on your shoulder keeps doing you over, but who's keeping score (Ooh)

You try to deny it, but you cannot hide it, so brace for the fall (Ooh)

You try play it cool, that's the problem with you, you don't listen at all

(It ain't what it is)

(It ain't what it is)

(It ain't what it is)

(It ain't what it is)

(It ain't what it is)

(It ain't what it is)

(It ain't what it is)