Lyrics:
of death, we can not save ourselves.
To breathe is not enough.
Yes sir, I Will.
When you woke this morning you looked so rocky-eyed,
Blue and white
doesnt move
Im gonnna bust it loose im gonna let em know
You gotta move or get
Swallowed by the undertow!
Ive got a new point of view that 100 proof
Ive
Self made
Gotta handle your own
I'mma handle mine
They tried and tell me I don't fit up in this motha fucka
'Cause Rozay been talkin' white he
doin' Marni and Stella McCartney
I made a full three-sixty out the 'partment
I'm like Picasso, I paint me a portrait
I'm gettin' money, takin' drugs
Daddy-O slipped me some cause my breath stank
White gold, but no accounts in Swiss banks
Think tanks once rolled on the city streets
I used to meet your
I can not trust you, you not a go getter
How you on go if you ain't got no engine
Prove ain't in numbers, just watch me you figure
Portrait me out,
the Nine) (Dog the Nine)
The picture of what he wants to portrait wants me by Hid Spirit to associate
(Dog the Nine) (Dog the Nine)
The warehouse getting
saw the film? Fantastic
" Bernard Arnault
Told a reporter before the concert
Which also featured an exhibition of West
Portrait's by photographer Jackie
Catch me running to the money until my feet losse feelin.
Stack it wall to wall till it's leaking through the ceilin.
Man
All fucking hundreds so
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
100 proof liqour
[Njeri]
Ha, I shot the sheriff and the deputy secondly
Threatenin the lives of those who threaten me
Lessenin my chances
Attempt to save it from encasing shit don't go my way though
Fingers slipping, I can't get a grip on this to save me
Minutes pass, God damn, how tight did I
to save
And there will be no say
Rather than share space with me
You'd prefer a bad day
Ashes to ashes dust to dust
I crush anything or anyone that stand in
Filled with desire
I have led a hundred other lives
Each one by your side
Save me
Save me
Save me
From my soul
It won't stop aching
I need you to take it
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
highness'
Soft-focused by death, by history
I am the Limner
I make portraits in miniature
These two girls were separated by two hundred years
But still
song
Why am i overthinking my self portrait
Vulnerability killing me, can’t see through my own distortion
I hope
We'll make
It through
The story
Tonight
on hold
Though I want it iced out froze
Had to save my soul
Had to save my soul
Devil been plotting on me
Opps got the drop on me
Got me down on my knees
go looking for no trouble
But somehow the trouble always finds me
Don't make me have you in the trauma center
With you momma crying 'cause her only
your breath,
Save your breath.
So meet me by the station,
And bring a change of heart,
And smile away the old country as we watch it disappear
her crazy
Deep in that water you can't save me
Cause on the real that Nawfside Really made me
Yea yea yeah
Five hundred bands on a black card
Dont give
sunspots
Magnetic storms
The magnetic reversal of the poles
Hundreds of thousands of years of
Bombardment by comets, and asteroids, and
Meteors, worldwide
Fresh up out the hyperbolic time chamber man
Spirit bomb on y'all bruh haha
We ready
Everybody here for a reason
We the ones that gotta save
Rocked your jaw, dropped your ball, and quit
And ain't no saviors to save us
Yeah
No saviors, no saviors, no saviors
I done been plagued by this hatred,
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