Lyrics:
Lonely
Trapped alone inside a box
Locked out
No key will fit the locks
Burning up
It's freezing inside the fridge
Laying down
Go for a flight off
I had to get into the word but
After that
Nothing in the moment that was spurred
I went to fridge
Right after I took a shower
For food to devour
But
Crazy
World we see outside
It's by
My side
While I ride
Crazy
World we see outside
It's by
My side
While I ride
Mane, things done got stupid
These
me I'm nothing like the last guy (last guy)
I'm tryna spread love I'm not anti (anti)
Tell me how you want it I can stand by (stand by)
I'm tryna
Rolling w the vibes we get high in the nighttime
Sipping on a liter, alkaline in the top drawer
Real shit, I be getting live by the lake
85 flying downtown
an Uncle Tom
Now, them crackers snatchin' black cats by they tongue
For the cheese, rats creepin' on yo' T.V. Screen, sellin' you dreams
Granny buyin'
You ain't feeling me, until you feel what I feel
I ride by myself, on one wheel,
But I deal with the fact that you take,
What you get and ignore,
Gee :
Country cousins, kissing by the bridge
A babbling brook and a choc-a-bloc fridge
My favourite restaurant is Yo Below
So when we go, slip under
gon' have a million followers by the winter time
After that she'll be somebody that I used to know
I had to let her go, you know?
Had a Xan hoe
She
the future your way
Indian teas and then take-out Chinese
At the end of the day
Shadows on furniture cast by the light of the moon
You've got a fridge
alligator, car!
Game on, till the street lights came on
Crowd out by the Save-On
Paper bags 'round tall cans, talkin' that old manishness like
"Man, when I
I wanted to spend my fucking day"
Drenched with sweat, I got an iced tea from the fridge
And walked up to the highest point of my yard
And sat in
Got taken in
We feasted on olives from the fridge
We stood alone everyday
We made love all afternoon
'Til the stars went blue
You wrote
laughin', he like, "What's so funny?"
'Til she drowned out by the sounds of hunger pains in his tummy
Nuttin' in the freezer, nuttin' in the fridge
Speedin' up 'cause we're runnin' Late
Take the shortcut by the Super 8
I have to make it across the Bay Bridge
Fast enough to put the beer in the fridge
smiles wouldn't reflect our storm of Issues
Treated circumstances like hand-me-downs
They forced to fit you
So much decor on walls but the fridge not too
I'm tryn get this paper no slack no sleep that's later
I'm tryn get this paper I'm tryn get this paper
My plan to stack by layers I barely see my
calling my phone i'm ignoring
Mike amiri jeans I want Mike amiri jeans
I just wanna feel the pockets feel them ripping by the seam
She ain't used to want me
outside the crib (for fuck’s sake)
I left my keys and my misses by the fridge
But no joke I be penning this lyric by the bridge
Uh, that's how it is
Yo,
looking so good to me
Bully wanna be a tough guy til I call the shooter
Nothing in the fridge a nigga eating ramen
Noodles
4 am no sleep I'm waiting for
go up to a geeza and know he's a geeza
You've got the eye for a geeza
Maltesa, lemon squeeza, fridge freeza
I've got the eye for a geeza
It's really
a circle in it
Standing in my kitchen wit a cereal bowl like the fuck am I doin
The fuck was i doin? I was lookin for the milk in the fridge but then I threw
Only nigga trappin' in khakis the mathlete I know how much I'm at exactly
Got my fingers in all types of pots, boy, I'm like a chef by the way that I
Commence the banging bass on the loud speakers
Fridge loaded with 30 cases and liquor by the liter
Dutch, papers, or glass we gotta full gas meter
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