Lyrics:
(Girl next door, snorting stardust, wanted to wife that...)
She said we all just
Come from stardust
She told me life aint shit
(Huh, yeah)
Girl next
want her am a pass her up
Got her mind wrecked so she fucked up
Sending all shots they all scatter
Got the military grade sending rocket blasters
Working
a whiskey flask
Standing there sipping fire and memories
Bottle rockets lit the sky, but what made me blink
Was from the distance like a ghost or a dream
I
locked spot?
The other townhouse next door
Is fucking empty
Their only kid is always fucking here
Kimmy Gibbler
Oh, I just stopped by to air out my feet
chains and fantasies rushin the door
Niggas from Rastel poppin shells, snatchin rings
Fly from shirt kings, from Queensbridge to 118
I had my eyes
lookin' for
A dream or reality enemies at my door
Eyes I realize
It's fantasize I must be high
So let me live before I die
Once again grab the
Bottle
just gone chill with your wife
The only one that'll get you in a cyph and flex style
So the next child that try to front then, I'ma pull your x-files
with that
Word man I gotta let em know I gotta
Bust this
I used to know this girl by the name of Teresa
I did all I could to make her release her
sitting ducks in the eyes of evil
I open windows with hopes that the wind blows you ten more blessings
Set my Timbo's next to my dresser with
better eat it up
Pull up on a opp ho
Shootas at ya back door
I ain't with that talking bitch
Leave that to them pussy hoes
And they can't fuck with me hoes
are
I can feel that I'm so much more
But I can't seem to unlock that door
I swear that I have been here before
And that I can't ignore
Something's
to the rooftop from the floor(ong)
Taking shrooms I'm geeked out by my body(i'm out my body)
Niggas starting to hate cause they can't get up here beside me(haaa)
a rockstar cause the way that I rock shit( rockstar)
You’d think they on my wrist by the way that they watch it
Coming for the kid you should come up
of
Hustle from ed ed and eddy
I bet your wondering what show is Next
I wanna play teather ball like they Did in recess
Imma 90s kid baby
Imma 90s kid x4
Now
I found a cardboard box that looks like a rocket ship
Discarded by some kid who realized Astronauts blow up when they leave Earth
When does this make
life is a musical
One day you don't wake up, life's complete, it's your funeral
Yeah I'm tryna tell you now and let you know in advance
That life goes by
and Boujee, Won't give her no stripes
She’s feeling the kid, she knows I’m the guy
Took her out of the hood, now I get all her time
Pop bottles in the clubs you
soul to the
Devil for thirty percent off
And to you emo kids who
Walk around pissed off
Step one: pull your panties down
And start to piss off
Step two:
don't just say no, we to busy sayin' yeah!
About drinkin'' straight out the eight bottle
Do I look like a mutha fuckin role model?
To a kid lookin' up
don't just say no, we to busy sayin' yeah!
About drinkin'' straight out the eight bottle
Do I look like a mutha fuckin role model?
To a kid lookin' up
About drinkin' straight out the eight bottle
Do I look like a mothafuckin' role model?
To a kid lookin' up to me
Life ain't nothin' but bitches
manager, the venue is filled with capacity
Check the door box, count my percentage and get that to me.
Fuck me on the dough and we are all black with
high,
next time we won't smoke all of that ounce you buy
Ooh, I almost forgot to blow the candles out
'Cause I don't really want to fall asleep
She's the bottle rocket princess, QUeen of La Motor Inn,
with a sparkler in her teeth and a flashlight to her chin.
With a lady finger cap gun and she put
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