Lyrics:
serious
Ha (it's the Roc) yeah, yo
Let's go
Post Positano, Hov' hanging with Bono
U2 can live like Salvatore Ferragamo
And you, too, can cool out
filled up about a week ago
Kim K showed that thing
Is it me, or Ebola was outta here just as quick as it came
Legal weed, I know y'all down for that
U2
They sending me black roses
They don't want me to live
They sending me black roses
They don't want me here
They sending me black roses
They just want
learned to walk without having feet
Funny it seems but by keeping its dreams
it learned to breathe FRESH air
Long live the rose that grew from concrete
of a master
You never thought you'd be bodied by a bastard
A bachelor who backspin on breakbeats
Break necks of broke souls who hate me
Hate he? you can't
a real tingle
Money in this pocket, that pocket, can't even walk, I'm a real penguin
Respect, I'ma live by it, die by it, yeah, just for my people (oh,
Desert rose
Why do you live alone
If you are sad
I'll make you leave this life
Are you white, blue or bloody red
All I can see is drowning in
im that rose that grew from the concrete
funny it seems but by keeping my dreams
배웠지 how to breathe fresh air
이제 해야될건 live long enough to get there
I'm safe
(I'm a child) not a prey (I'm an angel) enslaved
I'm a life, I'm a world, I'm a rose, put to waste
Wake me up, let me live, let me breathe, let
I'm safe
(I'm a child) not a prey (I'm an angel) enslaved
I'm a life, I'm a world, I'm a rose, put to waste
Wake me up, let me live, let me breathe, let
seems, but by keeping its dreams
It learned to breathe fresh air
Long live the rose that grew from concrete
When no one else ever cared
Roses are red,
On the yacht with glocks, we sum thug sailors
You drinkin' old gold, rockin that old gold
We in rose gold, at the Rose Bowl
Send you a bowl of roses, we dun
a clique for a promo
ima need all of my flowers before the rose bowl
(light one its getting real serious)
i just need my flowers for the rose bowl
switch out
huh, yeah
That's cool, we was never cool anyway
Ice cube on the pinkie and the middle finger
Lookin' like we won the Super Bowl anyway
Eeh, eeh,
You thought I was rich
And I am but not how you think
I live in a Tudor house
Under the freeway in Mar Vista by the beach
When you call I take my
'head, kick rocks, it's no mean feat
Go on and breathe
Then bow down, bend your knees
Ain't no one in this game is as cold as me
I'm below the freeze
You
apologize with roses we never stop to smell along the way
These machines feed on the tears of broken lives and dying dreams
We're throwing wrenches in
right now
Fuck a off day
I live inside the studio
With noodle bowls
Thinkin harder than
I be cracking smiles
I need to tighten up or brighten up
Cause
the number one trophy wife
So it's only right to live the trophy life
You grew up on J. Lo, Timberlands by Manolo now
Till one day I put an angel in your
some leaky drawers
Fuck her once, she won't leave me 'lone
Live like Ima die
Spittin cyanide
Sippin flying high
Bitches by my side
Clouding up my mind
some leaky drawers
Fuck her once, she won't leave me 'lone
Live like Ima die
Spittin cyanide
Sippin flying high
Bitches by my side
Clouding up my mind
yet corpses, still we rot
Oblivious to our decay
Drinking poison drop by drop,
Destined to die
Unless we save our lives,
From the coming dawn,
sound on it
Turn his face into a frown, homie (huh), oh, whoa
I just been shinin' in rose gold
We in the street like hobos (wavy)
I'm having boogers,
become their lives.
The television has so dampened people's anger.
The population is mesmerised by the flickering screen
And the streets, where
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