Lyrics:
became me
If you listen
Verse2
I write raps in, spur of of the moment
Sip tea, if she
Feeling on a nigga like a gypsy
Bitch please
Blue paisley slippers
screamed, "Why o why would you trick me in this way?!"
They said it's nothing against you, It's just a personal quest...
So the gypsy and the devil
order
Tats all in my body, strapped up like a war
Eat the pussy I prolly, if it smell like water
Her neck talk say fuck me, my wrist talk say suck me
a crime, the way she mauls me around
But she don't phone to hate me but it's down to make her crown
Yes, I believe that it's rightful, I believe it in my
feelings and Demonds up off me
42 wallaby way out in Sydney sliding on ice like i'm Crosby
Saucing this shit like i'm Melo
Finna turn to a rockstar like im
of the gypsy music
Oh, baby, dance, dance, dance
Get into a trance
And it's you that turns me on
I feel love like dynamite
When you kiss me and hold me tight
with me dog this thang gone pop
I'm up in the hood dog with the same o drop
I stay on top nigga it ain't gone stop
All of these fake niggas be saying
broken, fragile, tired soul
Verse 2
My teau0027s gone cold
As I hide in my cell alone
Faded pictures snicker at me
Like fragments of forgotten memories
really ‘gotta ask
Let me count it up, ‘ion even see the math, I anticipate the moment it's a thing of the past
For me to get by, I really wish that I could
When he be speaking in cold words about crime and poverty
Drugs, welfare, prisons, guns and robbery
It really means us, there's no excuse for the slander
That man got a heart lak a rock cast in the sea
Or else he wouldn't have gone so far from me, doggone it
I loves day man lak a schoolboy loves his
blow by, I'm getting you high
Bob Nesta said it best everything will be all right
Me see you run, run, run but you could not hide
I know I'm crazy
a cigarette
Told me I still cross her mind
And I just laughed 'cause for me it's all the time
But you're like a feather in the wind
You settle down just
bitches
I been fuckin' with you for a lil minute
I must admit, you the realest
Keep the tool when ya wit me
Like Bob the Builder, we gone fix it
Keep it
in your hands
Always up my ass askin' me if I'mma sign 'em
But ya, it don't flow, it don't flow
I catch a buzz with the Dom Pérignon
When Jerry
horse will appear and a sound you will hear
As the ghost of a gypsy flies by
And he says
Come away, come away with me
Come here and lay with me
Come away
Trust me dem man are living in a shadow of a G
Trust me dem man are living in a shadow of a G
Trust me dem man are living in a shadow of a G
None a dem
inside
Feel the breeze blow by, I'm getting' you high
Bob Nesta said it best, everything will be all right
Introspect, connect the sects and let this
by her candle
She said she had the powers that be
And she looked me in the eye and took my hand
And this is what she said to me
Chorus:
She said, now
my shot like Crosby
Girl you know it ain't be like dat
I'm just in the stu tryna get that cash
Singing songs and making raps
Lemme know is it
goin' on (someone speaks in background) about, but 'e didn', but 'e didn' deserve it. All 'e's tryin' t'do is relay a message from me to you, right? N' 'e
crack, crack
If you wanna shoot, give me a second so I can lay flat
'Cause this, some the cemetery's, the reality
Where the tough guys get buried in
just, you know, after all that, I'm just ready to be me. And it's a lot to work through, you know, because all of us have hidden in these little boxes
wanna chill with a rizla
Smoking on an instagram pic, No filter
I be going brick by brick
Listening to B.O.B, No builder
Getting waved in one of the ways
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