Lyrics:
sodas taste the worst -
I don't even converse
If it can't quench my thirst what
You in my fridge for?
What you wanna live for? Life
With the dry mouth hot
you dig, your bitch is an option
Put that watch in the fridge 'cause it's drippin', gettin' sloppy
When it's too much traffic gotta get a helicopter
look in my fridge, my shit lookin' scarce
I got a few kids, we need some shit on the shelf
I get a knock at the door, they say my rent overdue
Brick by brick mi nah go stop
Until mi build over
Mama zinc fence
One wish i wish
Protect mi head inna di street oh jah
So i can mek a difference
Brick by brick mi nah go stop
Until mi build over
Mama zinc fence
One wish i wish
Protect mi head inna di street oh jah
So i can mek a difference
by day (takin' it day by day)
Livin' any way I choose (livin' any way I choose)
Oh, you heard that I'm a rolling stone? (Heard that I'm a rolling
about)
Reaching the valuable, touching the down
You came by yourself my darling
But you know we're not alone
Oh get yourself in order
Before they're
me or leave me alone
Headed to the other side, yeah, that's where the plug stay
Hungry than a bitch, I might just stop by the Subway
Lie 'bout two
cuts from the fridge
Last year, about this time
We used to climb up in the branches
Just to sway there in some breeze
Now the cops on the street
cuts from the fridge
Last year, about this time
We used to climb up in the branches
Just to sway there in some breeze
Now the cops on the street
to kick 'em out
Silent wars in my head, it's more to go around
Man, huh (shit)
Repent for my sins then I turn around
By next weekend, do it again
and rock Wally tails
jiggity joined by the balls in case all else fails
Higgity hails from the land of gunsling and I tell ya one thing
diggity Das EFX we
should be full of strangeness
Like a rich painting
But it gets worse day by day
I'm a potential DJ
A creeping wreck
A mental wretch
Everybody asks me
(Where are you?)
Oh-oh
Oh
The Divine Feminine, an album by Mac Miller
Oh-oh (The Divine Feminine)
(The Divine Feminine) Oh
Am I supposed to?
a gypsy-cab, takes me down from Harlem to the Brooklyn Bridge
Some will sleep tonight with a hunger far more than an empty fridge
I'm gonna make it by any
his body
Trying love for a hobby
You know gangsters come with kids
Teaching them wasn't his
EBT the corner store
He go fill up the fridge
Approached by
Everything we do be blowing, better get on the ground
It ain't safe no more, it ain't safe no more (nigga)
He keeps it wicked by creating the sound
That
Wheezy outta here
Worth a couple hundred 'mill, no thousand
This bitch wanna fuck me, but I charge by the hour
My neck and my wrist in
This is my life
This is my life
This is my life
This is my therapy
This gets me by
This gets me by
This gets me by
This is the remedy
How you doing
of the litter i'm lit by myself
Was lit by the fire ignited inside of the iris of my family members
When they'd reminisce
A hug and a kiss, back when cassette's
kid
We didn't have much, barely enough food up in the fridge
My uncle doing time, I doubt he'll ever meet his kid
It's such a shame, but who to blame
juices in my fridge (in my fridge)
I'm prayin' for repentance, all the things I did (things I did)
Now I got ashes on my jeans, in Givenchy
And I get
non-stop bottom line doing what we gotta do
To get some food in the fridge and stay out of the hospital
Back home there's people calling us hopeless
He beats the door and breaks his watch
Raids the fridge and eats the lot
No room for silence, pause of thought
To ease the hurt inside him
They
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