Lyrics:
can't shut the fuck up on a drill
In the 'Hamas lookin at some houses by Shaquille O'Neals
Dropped the eight of wok but it's okay it's just a oil spill
verse, bitches lapped up in mass submissive
The last rendition of God's will, made it by his hand
Not a movie life is novel, a script of silt and sand
Last
away
But I couldn't be more near
I'm the exit
The final exhale of breath
I am Death
I am Death
I live in the house of the Scorpion
The first stage
to hate you by now but I can't give up on you.
October's at the storm door coloring the lawn, and I'm in a strange house with a girl I hardly know but
to be by herself and be okay this time
She just doesn't want to remember at all
So don't tell me I'm wrong or right
Consider yourself for once
Leave me
wrongs
How I'd be fine by all of my songs
How I'ma miss how'd you sing along
All of those times that you were my mom
All of those times that you were my
live inside a house, I haunt one!
[Jus Allah]
I'm a prize,
FBI want me alive
They found the cold morgue and flies
I told em to drive
fall through
get lonely, I'm human
And boy it's been a minute
Fresh out the states
Surrounded by women that wanna hit it
But should I take the pussy just
Cause I
that lives in my heart
That lives in the pain
That lives in the dark
I wish him alive
I split us apart
You are now free
Till life do we part’
’trap ew
bumper sticker
Whata nigga whataburger what if murder was the case?
What a day to be alive wita bopper beside me
Sucking dick while I drive by bible
Name and be born again
We know the God who's controlling things
The Living Water like Poland Springs
Who went away but He's coming back like boomerangs
breaker
Fly across the country, catch boxes
Get money girls know my name well
The one that you'll never figure out
Waitin' out by my house tryna curse me
carry him
The mind varying, Mid Town worry him
Design theories in the foreign tongue
Choice a vegetarian, I'm neither
Too obeying by leaves and spewing
persistence
They met each other out by moonlight
Made love in the nearby woods
Then her folks became suspicious when her cycle broke that settled it
They
My name is Larry and I'm thirty-two
I'm so unhappy, I don't know what to do
I am the son of a businessman
I was born to be a part of his plan
could be someone that you wanted
And I don't recognise these stars, I'm unfamiliar with this skyline
I was born and bred in bars, now nothing man-made
shorts mad heads are hungary
And if you floss you'll get caught
Out there you're scarred upon that ass like tupperwear
Run all your goods be thankful
you couldn't be saved by John the Pope
Money is the bible, couldn't care about a idol
If you're goin' for the title than it's kinda suicidal
Cause
and turned the amp on
It was time to make his dream come alive
He's gonna be a Rockstar oh oh
Posing for his fans covered with chewinggum tatoos
Like
Would you hold it against me if I say that, “I’ve been missing you lately?”
Do you remember when we sat outside my house
Watched stars cascade,
Hello (hello) can I speak to michelle (who dis) I'm the bitch that's been all over yo voicemail (what) driving by yo house, taking you through hell
I was just an outcast kid with a pen and a dream
Almost anywhere I went I pretended to be
Unaffected by the stupid people questioning me
But in
flown by Travolta
Flow with a vocal assault of the microphone and controller
Harder to handle than a loaded revolver coated with Sulphur
You in a house
flown by Travolta
Flow with a vocal assault of the microphone and controller
Harder to handle than a loaded revolver coated with Sulphur
You in a house
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