Lyrics:
sign is
Gemini, but only one I
Look at the name
Bars like that are hard to come by
They coming up with bars as I write what I live
I really mean it when
everything she read,
true or not, and when it came to religion was over-zealous
to say the least. A mind boggling combination but she
was pretty, very pretty
just to confuse em & to kill em/
Niggas try to copy but can't duplicate my rhythm/
Every time I hit em bet it motherfuck'n drill em
Thick white girls
fine
Exchange my love for your time
Make you mines i hope you dont mind
Girl ineed you by my side
Let's be like Bonnie and Clyde
I can't seem to get her
Ain't not Kanye album for this level of inspiration
Sights on target mirror is who i'm facing
You leave me out of breath with your posts feel like
struck by you
Say that you want me, do you even care?
That a love like this is really rare
You could never find someone else like me
Wanna be the one you
You're a Good Man, Charlie Brown
you're the kind of reminder we need
you have nobility, humility, and a sense of honor
that is very rare indeed
took every number on the roulette wheel
but it wasn't enough
so tell me what is
you who know me better than that
chelsea girl, forever
where would i be
shoulder... ? Aw, you're fulla shit, man... ah, listen, by the way, before I go on; did you get those white albums I sent ya with the pencil on the front... ?
took me 28 years to find
Anyone who made any sense to me
(Always been a bad girl, bad girl, bad girl)
And I just, Feel so outside of everything
(Always
Never meant to waste your time
And if I had to be honest
I think we should keep it platonic girl
Do all that I can to treat you right (Right right)
But I
invited me to dance
So now I'm getting why
People seem so tired, angry, bitter, all the time
Guess it makes sense now, but it didn't make sense then
So easy
next level steez
Smoke out, conversation time
Album, mixtape, both combined
Fuck it, I'ma get what's mine
But I still feel like they sleepin'
So I
super girl
Don't know how I do what I do
But I can make it all come true
Got the skills, got the touch
Got the sense, I'm takin' off
When I get
but it don't really make sense
Everybody sits there and they always talk that shit so I had to let it go had to let it all go quick
Everybody sat there
on the white walls, do a design in the droplets
Psycho what you might call, but my mind is spotless
Do you like Phil Collins, have you ever heard this album
Haha
It's so extra
This album is long
On purpose
I don't roll with fakes, only real ones
Keep your petty cash and those dirty little funds
Pay for
a gritty fiend for,
Money, power, respect, get it by any means uh,
New Yorker, slick talker, walk like a brick flipper,
Decimal doctor, multiply to get
make sense
But I still ain’t convinced that we better as friends
At the end of the night, we heading back to your crib
And in the morning we’ll wake up
but naw relax, I ain't really got no cap (no cap)
ima need a contract max (aye)
magic but I don't need hats (no)
magic but they don't want stats (yeah)
How the fuck you been sleepin' on Risen and Leak?
By the time my first album released, you're deceased
Seen the skill of MCs that were poppin'
tramp
You can get three for a score
At Wembley market you can get four
Some people in girl better
Blow t-shirts wanna picture but I’m too raw
Sorry, no!
on your side
Not with duality but by seeing morality
You'll learn to forgive and overcome
Learning the truth
Talking no concern this time
Cause we got Cern
toe straps, but sg talk to em!
[Sean Garrett]
I gotta whole bunch of girls I'm tryin' to bring by their kryptonite,
Betta wear your cake, cause
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