Lyrics:
need's a belt, ain't felt alive in a minute lets hide for thirty but she cant live with it
Breaks boys and her last Ben's are broken
Open mouth choking
regrets cause I learned a lot
And I earned a lot in the parking lot
Doin' dirt for the O.G's slangin' rock
They used to call me that little white kid
Look, they say tomorrow's not promised, but if it was I wouldn't get open
Wouldn't get suits, them shits was made to be broken
Remember coming up,
the Greeks
For making coffins
Which consumes in a few weeks
The flesh of the bodies deposited in it
So hereby lies the tomb of
The house by the shit creek
The night 'fore Christmas
The window was broken out the
House we lived in
On Fairfield, it was way back, I can remember
When I ain't had this Pyrex pot
mostly white
Ain't it?
They want to see you jiggaboo with your
face painted
Be brought home by one of their daughters and their fathers
fainted
They
Everyday passin' by breaks me
Can't keep from needin' you, baby
House made of cards, fools with broken hearts
Echo me when you feel lonely
Don't you
streets I'm oh so loaded, while focused clutchin' my gun
Pop by your house, me and my chauffeur, let's ride and go see the sun
I dream 'bout spinnin'
of a broken king run down by the deals
Neck the toxins until the darkness come real
Come and listen now to this
Sing the sorrows unreal of a broken king run
captivated by business
They call it Stockholm syndrome
The love is real but fake
I do chemsex, party and play
G on, cuddle puddles
Elon's Hall of Shame
Shady
Generational Wealth
Tryna build something like that but not by myself
Need a wifey in nothing but a white tee
Make love all night got her smiling
Yeah
Yeah
Pain in my heart
So much pain in my heart
Look, started from the bottom, we was just tryna get to the top (uh huh)
I love my niggas,
on
The homie Great John on the beat, by the way
Don't Come Outside, Volume 3 out now
(Great John on the beat, by the way)
I'ma fan Heavenly Father but
Yeah
Oh lord ma God, Yeah
I live my life on the edge
Nothing to stop mebutdeath
Ambitions going incircles I pray I don’t disconnect
CauseI been
She said give her the car and the house and your taste
Or else I set the trial date
So now when I think of you baton rouge
And the deep southern belles
with my private dancin chicks
They live way out in the sticks, but I put em in the mix (uh-huh)
Took em to Reno in an old Camino, gamblin in
a light house
a white one by the bay
so if you want to make my dreams come true
who'd be a light house keeper or do
we could live in a light house
the white
bein' broke niggas just ain't makin' it
So we do what we can to survive Even if it means takin' these white motherfuckers lives
But now I turn the gun
and reality we can live
Oh and reality TV to make us cringe
I'm ready to love, and after these last 90 days I'm all but ready to make you my fianc
And I don't
all the cranial pain in the form of migraines
She lived a great life, she was loved by lots
Her memory will truly never ever be forgot
Too special for
nowhere left to run and hide, we’ll learn to live again
We’ll bleed but we’ll stay side by side and live like love had never lied
In the hour of a passing
no loving in the streets, the hood won't love us till we on
The white man pass the policies, the black man always take the fall
And the boys crackdown
happily
This man would've been great if he chose a different strategy
This man is broken and he's living in a tragedy
Out his parents' house to LA then
a light house
A white one by the bay
So if you want to make my dreams come true
Who'd be a light house keeper or do
We could live in a light house
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