Lyrics:
the ride of a man on a snowboard
When they pick up the microphone I ask him what he flow for
Various degrees of technique that's inside of me
Never try to be
shoulder I hope I don't fall
Ima shoot for my brother I swear we going ball
If you ride ima ride I live by that law
But when I got in the jam had no one
And a good girl in my tax bracket
Got a black card that'll let Saks have it
These Chanel bags is a bad habit
I-I do balls, Dal Mavericks, my Maybach, black
the best microphone this studio has available"
I said, "But that microphone
Is what politicians use at press conferences"
Then I woke up from the dream
is
(Everything is)
Please hold me under
Don't let me breathe
Promise me that you'll be
The last that I see
Lost inside the ocean
Lets's throw away
down a funnel
Will I make it for I tumble on the bodies that they jumbled
Never drop the ball around them they returning what you fumble
I'm so disgusted
feel
So what is real, the rain or the rainbow
Foreign emotions in oceans boasting cuz they came on the same boat
That's like trophies boasting that they
I got is my balls and my word
Started Free Game so I could market my words
Me and D-Tae the hardest of the working
Some Free Game shit a whole lotta
have
Faced in the unknown
All on my own
This world is so cold, yo
It feels like 90 below
I think that I need a coat, or maybe I need some hope
Could you
The anger deep inside of me is driving me to vicious
Thoughts up in my head, what's the cost if I was dead
The ones who say they love you be the ones that
Yeah
Yeah
Delaware to the stratosphere
Made that (Uh huh)
Wish I could keep it short and sweet
Like a haiku (Woah)
But the world's watchin'
So lemme
the debris
It's what I need to keep it going and pushing forward
To create a legacy is what i'm aiming toward
c whole world full of fake niggas and bitches,
What is real is what is real
Even though you somehow feel you can't deal with it
What is true is what is true
Though your soul might come unglued by
all in her mist
Presence poppin' and I'm all in her midst
Every topic that I hear em dropping
Hope the world is watching and they focus on this
Ain't
a fully and dental they shit!
I am (what!) fresh out of fucks!
I am (what!) fresh out of fucks!
Is it that I'm having a panic attack
I'm tired
sometimes that I can't even bust a nut with my own hand
Do? Huh? You? What?
Ever get the feeling that your life is a joke? and
Do? Huh? You? What?
Ever
all, we were sharing the smallest to the greatest Gifts
But some way we Slipped.
A major shift took us so far that today we sit in baby Cribs
(in
more song on the radio
One more time
The world may be comin' apart
The confusion they're feelin' comes straight from the heart
All they know is
There on that corner I silently stood
I felt so blue as the crowds hurried by
Nobody knew how I wanted to cry
Gee but I'd give the world to see
That
and rob reefer, it medicated my mind,
Fuck the World, with crime
My mamma died in '92 so crazy, what the fuck to do?
Daddy smokin' hard, not knowin' that
Now I know what this is
You know what you need to do?
You need to look on the back of your CD cover
And get that sticker for the mom Burberry G-nites
that lil tone
I grew the plant from a clone and watched as it cured when it growed vacuum seal send it back home
Flavors for days what kind of strain are
Excuse what I have to say
Feeling great, well not today
Get this shit off my chest
This is not to prove I'm the best
Or that I want respect
Mmm, word
Yo life is definitely real
You gotta take it to heart, know what I’m sayin?
There’s so much confusion, confusion
Today on the streets
So
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