Lyrics:
times I lied
Can't swallow my pride
That Shit really hurt me inside
Sometimes I just wanna die don't let myself cry
I rather get high to get by
the 'Noya
That lil zo i be Polo to the floor
Boy, don't act like you don't know
I came up shootin' dice by the dope hole
Throwin' licks, the youngest nigga
healed, let him who stole
No longer steal
Oh it's real, surrender for Jehovah is real
How long will you sleep
Troubled by the thoughts that YOU keep
her mind is so steady
So here we go
I'm not a musical maniac or b-boy fanatic
I simply made use of what was upstairs in the attic
I've listened
her mind is so steady
So here we go
I'm not a musical maniac or b-boy fanatic
I simply made use of what was upstairs in the attic
I've listened
a sucka
So I left a message in blood "To be continued motherfucka"
Never praying at night
'Cause the heavens don't want me
Sold my fuckin' soul so I
a redneck race
(Fuck that nigga let's slug one nigga)
Tied the bitch by his ankles to the back of a truck
Rag his ass till his body parts whip to fuck up
Every night, I pray to God that the Lord forgive me
Somebody try me and don't top me, then they coming with me
You just be talkin', I be stalkin' with
mystery
Anticipation what the rest of this night will bring
Tease the senses pleasure mission crossed
Relax and take it in cause this could be our last
Switch it on me
Falling in love so fast
I got stuck by your mystery
Switch it on me
Want u tonight by my side
Let that guy be your history
Baby you
slippery
Hold on to prevent the misery
But I gotta leave the past to history
But I fear tomorrow's mysteries, yeah
Hey guys
That was by me, Aidan
Remember
just hung himself in the bedroom, he's dead"
"Debbie, don't let that fucker get you upset
Go in there, stick a fuckin' cigarette to his neck
I bet you
the same shit they use to laugh bout?
Like I wouldn't be nothing
Now I'm in Miami on a yacht with my guys 10,000 in my bank mothafucka that's stunting
Came
just let me come clean
These personalities won't ever be apart from me
A little bit like a mystery, the voices in my head
A little bit of my misery, he
YEAH
Don't mean shit to me
Whole Gang Whole Squad we make history
No Scooby Doo it ain't a mystery
No I can't be you niggas but I show sympathy
But
left ventricle
So let's be sensible
E temperamental, quick to dismember you
Wyclef that 'November' you
They wish they can do what I can do
If you could
don't belong. We will not stand down
We can't let this go. We will not be forsaken
The night returns they'll be no mystery
As the pages keep folding
Time gon’ fly by
Soon or later
It’ll be my time
I ain’t really overthinking
I ain’t stressing
Filled with tests
I could be reckless
Life is like
Welcome to the mind of a motherfuckin' maniac
Pray for me, y'all, uh
Stick up, stick up, stick up, stick up
This for all my broke real niggas
"Mystery after gala night"
It says, "Mystery of sopranos flight"
"Mystified, baffled," Sûreté say
"We are mystified, we suspect foul play"
Bad
thought a country wide tour'd be the outcome?
Labels want my name beside a X, like Malcolm
Everybody got a deal, I did it without one
Yeah, nigga, I'm
Looking at my garden, I see building blocks
And it used to be so much easier to leave your
Footprints in the grass
I’ve tried leaving my footprints
past the bars
For an innocent criminal with twenty years of scars
So far he's decided to remain to be silent
Just in case the maniac inside comes out his
Third time's the charm, let's get it right this time, cause I couldn't really decide
I don't mean no harm, but I would commit a crime, just to be by your
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