Lyrics:
the sport
Coats of the season
And surrounded by his whole Odd Future crew
The ascendant singer opens up to
Amy Wallace about his crazy
Year including the bomb
are migratory?
ARTHUR: Not at all, they could be carried.
GUARD #1: What -- a swallow carrying a coconut?
ARTHUR: It could grip it by the husk!
GUARD
of the used syringes
It's not a place for a kid to be playing in the gutters
Living in the 1980's
Word to my nanna
Hey mr bus driver can you take me home
But I
willing and able jackie taught me how to add with
Dried up black eyed peas on the kitchen table
And coming home to a mothers love and good care
Never
willing and able jackie taught me how to add with
Dried up black eyed peas on the kitchen table
And coming home to a mothers love and good care
Never
willing and able jackie taught me how to add with
Dried up black eyed peas on the kitchen table
And coming home to a mothers love and good care
Never
willing and able jackie taught me how to add with
Dried up black eyed peas on the kitchen table
And coming home to a mothers love and good care
Never
oven’s open jaw
Like summer’s burning bedroom claw
But not as fierce and not as raw
Demo’s cool in school
He plays the fool for all his mugs in class
With a see-thru blouse
Who loved to grunt and ball
And her name was Magdalena
Magdalena
The little ole man
Came home one night
To his house in
dynamite
Not coming unless we on time tonight
I did a drive-by in that Porsche
Going to fast I can't handle the horses
Doing them drugs, try not to endorse
need a lecture?
My ex hates to talk, she's a texter
Even when I'm in bed layin' right next to her
Wants to get back together
Said not 'til she gets
I execute this rebuke, good master
He said, these cometh not out, but by prayer and fasting
Like, one, two, three, four, five, knock a demon down
a stick for you
Guaranteed not to stall
So here we come (Here we come now, girl)
On home for you (Baby girl, aw, aw)
'Cause we be countdown from the
Sky
Both fucked the same bitch, just not the same night
You just took her phone number
I just took her home with a-
'Nother bitch, menage
Boomerang,
Of human erasure, can't stop the pace, sir
Make sure when "standing off" my rhymes slay first
Jealous haters out there, high-five! I see you
"No one's gonna
on my lone
Who got shot when we shot send a shot thru yo home
We put maroon on your clothes
We stay on 10 we on go
I'm coming for necks I can never relax
And we ballin', for all the toys is what we hoppin' out
My feary side, where we ride and we all fly high
In the AM G5's, so twist ya fingers up and bang
hopping along, when suddenly he comes and cures me.
One minute I'm a leper with a trade, next moment me livelihood's gone.
Not so much as a by your leave.
drive, I'm auto matic
Ain't listenin' to demos
Especially not 'cratics
These niggas panic like we at the disco
I got a simple plan for you
We should rage
it's pro sports or rap
No disrespect... but you ain't real, it's best you stand back
This hardship I carry when I up it make a big splash
I'm not tryna
the street singing I'm Not That Nigga
Size ain't nothing nigga, I'm short
Shocking nigga, rah!
They gave me five hundred dollars, shit I quit both of my
world
Drinking champagne, yo
Swerving through lanes, hoe
Sickened to my stomach
Are you not entertained? Yo
Eyes on me, I've been V.I.P.
Every day living
tell me where them niggas at before I take your ass hostage
He said "Alright. Around six around five
Of them niggas was riding around here in a maroon
hips like replacement
Used to take the old maroon blazer
Out way before I had the papers
Now it's you and I on the five-star flight to Jamaica
Where we
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