Lyrics:
I found merry In this little world She had tacked on floors To compliment tacked on ceilings And she had tacked on floors To compliment tacked
Bitch I'm rich, that's a fact You a thumb, you get tacked Got a big, big bag I'm going to head straight to Saks You got lag, you need hacks You
I've been tacked Like I'm someone else I feel some way But that's not what the fuck I meant Girl what's up with that So baby this is someone else (This
Blowing on a sack Not balls packed wraps My high is in-tacked You can't tell i hit that I need money so fat it can't grasp skinny back I need money
Judge wasn’t fucking with me Tacked on some extra counts Now my wifey upset Cuz they will not let me out I need you to relax Cuz you gotta hold me down
just was sleeping as usual I must find a tic tac a tic tac a tic tac But the bookmakers were in my dreams My father’ll be ticked and tacked ticked
can’t with you (yuh) It’s game over, you look like a snack My hands are sweaty and my heart’s atta-ta-tacked You a snack Peanut butter oh you smooth
stomachs wrapped in steel Hair falls in a dead breeze curtain Trash can canterbury-hollywood boulevard O u can count on it-richard hell tacked to the Wall
no emotion Everyone pretends it's such a beautiful thing Killed by a memory Tell me I don't have to be Another number tacked to a wall 'cause It
on our own (On our own) On our own Rewind the time yeah I wanna go back back back But now I'm dyin' and I feel like I'm attacked tacked tacked Stare in
another mortal with a number tacked in your soul For nobody cares, and nobody will Slam the hammer of the judge and let the blood spill It's a damaged brain
hear my dick out Coz of envy in the streets Even though my dick Tacked Buh we keep it 1 hunnid While we piling up our stacks Now I'm here to correct If
Thumb-tacked memories to you Glorified your nature, I suppose that it’s alright... I’ll move out soon. And what then? It’s been a few months now Of walking
Somebody told me your boi looking tacked, I turn that boi into a fucking paxk We got the choppas boi u better back, and I got vivvene on my belt
can’t with you (yuh) It’s game over, you look like a snack My hands are sweaty and my heart’s atta-ta-tacked You a snack Peanut butter oh you smooth
Dog sketch, tacked up On the wall where nothing was Looking down on me sitting here I should plan the evening But I can't get up Nor imagine
Blackened infinity scooped this flesh I sneered the sneer of a bear in a trap Tacked in the earth, red plush fills the gash The pigeons I catch lack oceanic
up a win I'm clutchin' on a fact I ain't rappin' bout a sin I know that judgement coming back So I'm tacked strapped in Strapped in Yeah judgement
Roomsized monster, matchbox brain In a sea tin-tacked out with rain Getting the picture? I am the frame Now you see yourself growing pale Twenty seconds while
You're packed up and tacked up and hittin' the trail What lies ahead Heaven knows The road is wide open to write your own tale So here's my wish for
he a rat, you know we gon' poke him Ski'd up, tacked, ready for the mission Smokey with me, he ready to blitz him Big Gen Five niggas know I'm not
gwililila mpaka imfa She my boo Get the news Walking with me, praying with me like a boo should. Got me tacked in for the journey, so I move Hunny! Baby!
See my sun Tacked up through the page Phantom pin-up My window winter's nap is waxing For my phantom pin-up Tying up loose ends for the journey
from every other storm Raised skin leaves a scar within and a shame that keeps her ever-feeling Like she did on that date tacked to the back of her
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