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a track)
[Grym Reaper]
Yo
I saw the woman I love colored in blood
War is hell, I cut shells, was then covered in mud
As four ships hovered above, my heart
squabbles
Where's the bottle?
Bitch moved out searching for a new motto
I'm killed throughout searching for more follows
My papa had a heart attack four more
potted in my mind
Deep rooted and refined, yo
Skills sharp now, got a lotta darts now
Stay alert, cause I'm aiming at your heart now
Drilling in your
bucks
I'm writing this on four twenty
So naturally, I'm on the drugs
Keep passing me all them blunts
I'm a lightweight but only in my mind state
Might
[Chorus: Joel Plaskett]
One track mind, focused on important shit
Eyes on the prize, one track mind
One track mind, focused on important shit
Eyes
the stormy seas
She don't understand, she got a one track mind
A one track mind
Deep in your heart, there are some parts
Sharing her loneliness
Whoa-oh-oh
my life like it's something to lose
I be making these tracks I got nothing to do
Building my world without leaving my room
Stay up till 4 then I sleep
at the food pavilion at Build-A-Bear
Warrior's mind, I'm pro-hydrocodone euphoria
In the Drug Emporium line, I'm soaring
I'm pouring Vicodin four at a time
flames on track
That's straight up facts, yeah !
I make mistakes and I live with 'em
I don't forgive so I don't mind if
You do the same to me
Homie it's
your back
My heart's sub-zero, wear no snowcap
I kill you with style, Johnny Cage in his act
Driven to the edge by these demons in my mind
Kill you real
bounce to this track
And I don’t care what anybody thinks about that
Hands to the sky, and throw your head back
I can love again tonight
We bounce
a thang/
Livin by the code cause this game's not a game- I maintain/
Put my heart on tha track, words can't express
Let you feel the pain, turn lyrics into
far greater
I am like Michael Angelo the archangel
If he was a dark natured art painter
Painting a picture of heart failure
Look at the all the trash In
'm beautiful in my way dances
'Cause God makes no mistakes
I'm on the right track, baby
I was born this way spin
Don't hide yourself in regret
Just love
and the Pound, we don't F around
Relax your mind and let your conscience be free
And get down, stomping grounds is the L-B-C
I slid up out the game and MCs got
lying on your back like a dude's on crack
I rock it steady I'm already ready
Don't stop me now on that Mercury Freddie
Risking it all on the track like
was burning
To say what was going through his mind
This summer, he tells me, was something like
This: "If I'm going to say this
I'm going to be
Better
selling you sold (What), I don't know the cost (Aye, yea)
Had run it like a track race (Track)
Know LLG we in first place
me and the squad we gon' make it
on track and trust in facts
And now I think I understand that shit can hit the fan
Just can I
Discuss how my heart is so cold
It's been bought and sold for
they know and shit
And on that note, I keep it G
Like track four, "Kick in the Door" by Notorious B.I.G.
Don't believe me, look that shit up, I
of weight
And you lost to the window of a Chevy
You lost to Goodz
You lost yo' fuckin' mind
That's four L's I count already
But them 5002 battles y'all
They
to the part where his records
Could 'fford him a couple Fords like "Lord, ain't he gifted?"
Christmas just doesn't fit him, I need my own holiday
And by
can't compete
(100) all by myself, I'm 100 deep
I was on the first 50
Now the powers at a dollar
Politician pushing tracks in it, mayor
I president in it
Or as many times as you like
Hey, it's your time
Track two: where are we from
Of course, one might lean on the factual
The womb, from whence we once came
But
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