Lyrics:
the side
Building on the rock not sliding sand
And I know that I’m held by the holes in the hands
Holes in the hands, no holes in the plan
Planned out before
+High+
Hustle big like Butch in the why-be -I
We did it 'n died, the gang still multiplied
Sock yo windpipe, cut yo air supply
Hypnotized, not by
To give me some shit supply
But all I'll ever do is sigh
and give him a final goodbye
And go and snort that shit all day
And Start giving my shit away
Cuz
Land mine, bomb shell, she supply her own ammo, wo
Caught her on camera, acting candid, she don’t even needa model, wo
Lil mama dancing, like this
the look on ya Face all I needed Was proof hate it or Love pick one of the two regardless Of l what i'm acting a fool still with The gang breaking the rules
we'll rise above,
In our dangerous love, forever bound by love
City of Glass
[Verse 1]
In the city of glass, where the sky meets the edge,
A world
why does time fly and why we gotta die
Why do they lie I'm all out of love like Air Supply
I'm tired of getting high watching life pass me by
So I'm
ex-girlfriend and say, "Hey
What's up?"
(Go to Hell) I think she still loves me
Hold up, y'all
My stomach's feelin' bubbly
Jack Rabbit couldn't finish his verse
originates from love
We exist in so many colors
But we bleed the same blood
And I'm looking for the day
When no more pain is in the air
And no more shame is in
The willows turn to blood might of worked
Sip a little, litter it, love it
Without big beetles trying to sell him
Sunflower seeds by the bucket might of
Tugboat
out, I'm the C-A-S-A-N, the O-V-A
And the rest is F-L-Y
You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix
And these reasons I'll tell you why
You
a fuck niggas."
Both: It's all love niggas
[Amil]
This goes out to my give head bitches, my suck pussy niggas
Supply cookie niggas
Yo I live for
cash ain't no joke, joke
This like Facebook; if you air me out, then you get poked, poked
I'm the guy that gets high off supplies that I provide
All
standin'
A reflex made me grab a cannon out a dyin' man's hand
Then I noticed that a car was runnin'
Sack of guns on the floor plus unmarked bills by
(Weight)
I just fell back in my
Section with a Mexican supply
Take a good look at this counter
All this white shit 'bout to fly
Fresh up out the pot with
(Propositions)
Teaching me lessons that turned into blessings
I know now who loves me and who loves me not
You Demand and I Supply, just make sure you don’t get
that
You had to get woken up
By a huge backslap
To the face by a case of the drowsies
Feeling lousy and pouty
Because now you're all crossed up
Thinkin' back to when my life was most confusin'
Weaved together place to place by anime and cartoons then
Doors locked, no one home, hop the fence,
and shooting off the scraps
Ok, Mr. Freeload, get the fuck out of the truck
I love it how all you fucking rappers think it's so funny
Hit the fucking floor, I
he ain't even sleep
Say Boosie chill wit all that swervin' too much dope in here
Nigga slow down you betta think about Big Head and Pimp
Y'all want
Ahnnnnn
Check out my grillz you know how it feel
Check out my bitches they looking to Kill
All of my niggas are willing to Kill
Hit by a bullet you
the fog
And You're better than I know
You are all I want, running straight to Your love
Filling up my lungs, I need You more than air
I give You
And then you pull away to drive up its worth
Oh, all of your games of supply and demand
That you've been playing
Since our storied rebirth
Don't wanna play
And you were supposed to love me
Then I got a text from your ex
All summer night, reachin' for nine
On stand by, three sixty five
You get high and you
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