Lyrics:
Howlin' to the moonlight on a hot summer night
Singin' the blues while the lady cats cry
"Wild stray cat , you're a real gone guy"
I wish I could be
we have to blast or get blasted
*** *** blow ya skull off, it was drastic
You *** don't, really want beef, you can sang it
The real question is coward
unglued to float by the window?
The neighbours must have had a laugh:
We love to put on a show.
For people who would try to deny
We'll show 'em
I pick up the paper, walk to the station
Read about the writings on the wall
I know when my train come
6 AM, fifty-one
Standin' by the track I
mountains with six feet of snow
And fancy statue built by Indians long ago
I got a car that does a hundred-ten without a sound
Come on baby roll up your
A limitation to utilization,
My vanish is desenvated by semblance of banish,
Struggle for fatal strength shall rise
My vanity is just usurpation
to get my father a new whip
They won't believe I pull up with this shit
Legend gone as soon as my life ends
I would say this is perfect timing
Diamonds be
afternoon
And I know a place that's quiet, 'cept for daisies running riot
And there's no one passing by it to see
Come spend this lazy afternoon with me
this' a microdose
yea you can quote this, it's all magic, no tricks
I hit em with the abra cadabra, then laugh when they ask ya'
is it real though?
still don't know how you could have sunk so low
You wouldn't follow me with the rest of them
Now I'm by myself.
You wouldn't protect me from the rest
drop some shit
They know me by name when I walk up in this bitch
Can’t be a no name no I can’t be a no name
You get one life so what chu do mane
What
that
Nothing that I ain't gonna try
Bump of K, I'm gonna fly
Papi, what you wanna do?
You got a cocaine twin in bed with you
And I got a new trick
a different opinion
If you flipped the portrait I guess we ain't sharing the vision
I pray I ain't lucky I hope I'm consistent
And when it get ugly by grace I'm
You know, the worst part about living
is knowin' one day that you gon' have to die
In the meantime, you have to come to terms with yourself, before
(25)
Is bout to be a whole vibe (Whole vibe)
I thank God for my guys
Been sleep, but they opened up my eyes
Made me realize (Realize)
Nobody got you like
Let's talk about Indian Drill
Imma rap in Hindi but not Tamil
When I spit my verse, you'll need a hearse and I'm sure your girl will crave
For abortion
Stood still on a highway I saw a woman by the side of the road
With a face that I knew like my own
Reflected in my window.
Well she walked up
swear to god that I'm next (Bah bah bah)
No cappin', niggas don't rap, real talk
Better know that
Murda, body bag with a toe tag
No cash, nah nigga, no
How lucky we are
My skin is a'fire with the thought that we have been blessed
How nervous you are
To do the right
Do the right
Do the right thing
But don't judge me by what I do,
'Cause baby you know you want to hit it too.
Shit, you know they all want to hit it.
Yeah, they're just talkin' shit
digested tunnel vision
methadone, real diamond cut tested
resurrected perfected by well respected professionals
head doctor, head hunter, scratched
Remember me by our good days.
And you don't have to but I'm going to wait.
There's something wrong with the dog.
She can't stop eating on herself.
But don't judge me by what I do,
'Cause baby you know you want to hit it too.
Shit, you know they all want to hit it.
Yeah, they're just talkin' shit
You pay your money to get in
You're ready for some fun
But once you get in you're afraid
To get close to anyone
You dance around real tough and mean
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