Lyrics:
dude, please let him in
And if you feel in my heart that I long for revenge
Please blame it on the son of the mornin', thanks again
to the dome
So think before I pull chrome, out
Straight up out the South
We the ones that they don't know bout
By the the time this drops I'll check again
Got love for everyone in the business
But everyone in my business
Tell me, how should I talk when everyone is a witness?
And every slur out your
me (huh?)
Still can't cover up the fact
Your last four albums is as bad as your selfie
Now tell me, what do you stand for? (what?)
I know you can't
whole life flashing
Ray whipping a McLaren right behind me, nigga, spun right past him
Thank God I'm alive
Thank God but I probably spent a bank job
somewhere on the horizon, from a glimmer rose a prayer
Our hearts confused by the darkness, longing for the dawn
A distant flame, a burning memory
A fleeting
Just three mother fuckers, with ears, hearts and beers
Talking to each other souls
That's what we call friendship
And that's cool tho
Lazy Billi
suspicions
Don't tell me
What is this
The anthem of a villain
Don't tell me
What is this
I think I have suspicions
They told me my last album just seemed
Barton Harlow
The Black Keys Brothers El Camino
Camp by Childish Gambino
Awaken My Love is amazing too
Modest Mouse Good News For People Who Love Bad News
Right?
But that's OK because this album, we gon' change things with this album baby
Because I know, in my heart
That there's way more people out there
Ladies and gentlemen
This here is another one for the steppers
DJ Wayne Williams put the record on
Whoa oh whoa oh whoa oh whoa yeah
Whoa yeah
running away with the game
It's 'cause I am, don't speculate, spectate
All I got is d- for days and insults for decades
But I get by my wicked ways, lady
And cop my album please
We got the ganja surrounding good vibes in every place
I'm on a level unclouded by negativity
Nothing to say
Trees from the golden
I've been looking for a problem so I start my own
But I know regardless im protected cause my heart is chrome
Never broken hearted, feeling like
the sleeves, don't make a nigga reach
Coke look bleach, pots and forks by the sink
Busted duct tape, that shit stink (shit stink, nigga)
Same night off for
rewind cause I'm in your mind like a one-sided
Love and it goes by when you sit and cry
Cause really I don't blame you for missing rhymes I designed
I know them people be mad that I made it
I just been high off a life I been faded
Lil bit be hurt she like Anthony Davis
She put my whole album up
love my old hoes, new meaning for YOLO
All you niggas gon' learn today, I'm the teacher, I'm the tutor
Few Ray Allens couple cuties, and by Ray Allens
and won again
But our hearts beat for the diehards
So long live the car crash hearts
Cry on the couch and all the poets come to life
Fix me in
and won again
But our hearts beat for the diehards
So long live the car crash hearts
Cry on the couch and all the poets come to life
Fix me in
and won again
But our hearts beat for the diehards
So long live the car crash hearts
Cry on the couch and all the poets come to life
Fix me in
Ladies and gentlemen
This here is another one for the steppers
DJ Wayne Williams put the record on
Whoa oh whoa oh whoa oh whoa yeah
Whoa yeah
and it is crystal too clear
Surrounded by hate time to dive off the pier
You breaking my heart girl when you disappear (Fuck)
Baby girl I just feel numb
I
mmm mmm! Ain't that something
Dogg I bought yo' album, my nigga, that shit is bumping
I apologize, I'm sorry for the drama
Can I get your autograph
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