Lyrics:
of this competition
I'm starting a commune
All my friends are coming
With no RSVP
No wait I'm moving to the country
Oh my god just let me be
So
brother
I fuck you down, sister
And I laugh, and I cry
And I scream till I die
And I holler to the sky
And eventually sigh
Oh I get so sick
That I bring up
brought me some goggles
But ain't gonna eat if there's hairs on the kit
She gon' love me by the end of tomorrow
I fuck her so good she be scared
who I am
It can't get worse now, can it Ultraman?
I wanna be your robot
I'm demanding yet outstanding, or so I'm told
From admission to submission,
we're defined by
The distance, decorum, and rules you've decided
I'm giving up
I'm sick of bailing water
I'm in the mood for a fucking swim
It's
Roscoe Dash - Wiz Kelly
Produced By: BeatzByBuddy
Verse:
Welcome to teach back
Ain’t no free stacks
Once you reach you can’t take that reach back
Bad blood in the melody
Off key but I’m singing it high
Johnny ain’t a remedy
But for now, ya he getting me by
Hey can I bum a smoke?
Does anyone
grindin
Rims spinnin so much chrome its blindin
There aint no Denyin
You know we high ridin
Front dump bumps on the ground flyin
Bus in the back
But im
[Crypt The Warchild]
I'ma known beast sick with it full blown speech
Buryin' bones deep beneath the stone streets
Stampedin the globe deep with
strong
I can't believe I've found someone this kind
I hope we carry on
'cause you're so nice and I'm in love with you
All this time, you've been mine, heaven-sent Valentine
And just like that, my life stopped on the dime
I can't stop cryin', inside I'm dyin'
I
knew
if he did, it would make him sick
pain sticks
but it ain't gotta
if she would fix
the problem she caused them
but she don't
barely she calls him
a crib quick to up that block
And for them niggas that was playing games he gone blow that bitch
I'm like bro you just need to chill
You just wanna kill
you become demand
Cornered by the lies, we're just secondhand, stupid breeds stupid, I'll say it again
Damn stupid breeds stupid, I despise those
Shady K from Shady Ln
Where we be at
Let's get this shit
Its not about the money or fame
I'm here to rearrange
Not these rappers face but their
the money real quick
Body so bad even covered up it's still sick
African boody your body so thick
Shebi you be goddess and regardless
You be flawless for
popped out
I seen it all
Niggaz stretched out by tha corner store
Life no more
Dont think small im getting focused
In tha crib writin rhymes while im
wassup
Not bout to cuff not on no smut
I'll stay by myself rollin some l's
Welcome to hell we livin in shelves into expansions i'm bout to build
Pop me
Smokin pack by the O
She just fucked on the gang, that's yo bitch oh fasho
Ay
Yeah I'm in that shit
Burberry bag yeah I'm in that bitch
I pop seals, got
old to die so bring in the new
In this timeline for a reason
The cycles of seasons
Are you seeing what I'm seeing
The patterns they don't matter
It
dark days will shine
I’m hanging by a thread but I conquer like a monster
Soon enough you’ll see the angel that has suffered
becoming a habit,
i`m sick of all these people telling me i can`t rap,
one minute they support me, then they stab me in the back,
relentlessly retarted,
the booth, I treat these beats like souffle
And i chef it up
You can never catch me sleeping man im always up
Gathering all of your fans its like im in a rush
Sick of these fakes get the hell out my face
Whats left of my soul is starting to decay
Smile he show only a facade
You not impressive,advise you
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