Lyrics:
use to be a use to
A year ago I cared about a lot of things
Now I’m feeling like this money like the only thing
Remain subtle to myself, fuck the rest
replenish
No rel, no relish, no relic
I'm feeling hella embellished just by the way that I'm writing about the pain that I cherish
Ya'll better hand me my
Less then a week ago
He's beatin' his dick to a freak he know
Talkin' dirty to him on speakerphone
Right before he clinked up, his girl creeped up
doing 90 on the freeway
Hey Slim, I drank a fifth of vodka
You dare me to drive?
You know the song by Phil Collins, ""In the Air of the Night""
About that
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[Verse 1]
Murder
reaching the charts
5000 hours, rewritting Power over and over
Some nights sober
Some nights gone off the Henny as usual
So unusual to be in this position
on the porch of the punk house.
Coffee and low tide smell and my life stretching out.
Spending hours each morning reading poems and staring off
and then
chasin' the commas
Studios went for hours I'm snappin' like a piranha
Only was seventeen, but loyalty what I honoured
Ridin' round in that bubble ? for
ago it was a pain that devoured
I'm in the studio recording doing hours and hours
About my feelings when I get it out you gone feel the power
Uh yeah
I
and shaven while you're there listening to blues
Written by the folks who you never
Ever, ever, ever, ever, ever
Gave a dime
Two weeks ago in the national
(Bini, Bini, Bini)
Making this money I'm countin' my guap
I'm working for hours this shit never stop
Complaining you broke but don't put in no work
Father's Day 1994
A little band of travelers came to our door
Asked if we could help them out
They'd been looking for hours and they were quite lost
And soon it's gon be winter
And the storm getting closer
I just get rid of the stress
By being a writer
I need to make right of my sins
I hear the devil's
truss
8 time switch up
Met a bad bitch
Like a week ago
By the way
She a freak hoe
She my cheat code
Shoutout to whoever made this beat doe
Gotta move side
its me! It's my face just as he seen it 3.5 hours ago,he looked back to the doors, to leave i reckon, and they just flapped closed just like that, it
liquor my medicine
Way that i feel about dude
I am better than
Maybe my feelings for you are irrelevant
Know that you harm me with news need corrective
Let me tell you about a girl I know
Had a drink about a hour ago
Sitting in a corner by herself, in a bar in downtown hell
She heard a noise
Let me tell you about a girl I know
Had a drink about a hour ago
Sitting in a corner by herself, in a bar in downtown hell
She heard a noise
Let me tell you about a girl I know
Had a drink about a hour ago
Sitting in a corner by herself, in a bar in downtown hell
She heard a noise
Catchin' some fist, some what
Gotta find my way back to home
What about trust
Can you give me some
I just ran out a couple hours ago
Can I get it for fun
I
And sheriff Pat Garrett's gonna make twenty-two"
Well, this is how Billy the Kid met his fate
A big moon was shining and the hour was late
Shot down by Pat
And the greenest apple sour for my niggas, that's in debt
So I count it by the hour and until my homie dead
Have I sought for what I'm after, was it worth it all
Meaning caring is terrifying
I got hurt badly
By people who took advantage of my
Will to see them happy then forgot about me
Threw dirt on my name and lied
Cumbersome back and forth when it's only been twenty four
Something hours ago when you told me you and i are over
No it don't make no sense, we was meant for
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