Lyrics:
the Guinness, the stu I stay up in it
Just a skinny nigga tippin' with it, wicked, y'all just slippin'
I jus keep on burnin spliffies, vapors risen by the dreams
Hell in this God-damned dream, yeah
This Hell is triggered by the memories of past days
That bitch named Karma she caught up with us for old ways
But we
look like I been dead for ages
Not a ghost get a grip
Burnin curses on the pages
Cop the fetty for a flip
Droppin bodies on the pavement
Zeta burnin up
the fool Don't try to play the victim
Cheated on me once Caught up in your feelings
Nothing you can do We're done and we're over
Burnin' all the shit you did
Yeah just gotta keep your wings up you know what I mean
Continue fighting for another day
Don't give up
The struggle is real
But you're not alone
And it's pullin' me up, pullin' me under
It's pullin' me up, it's pullin' me under
You know I've had a good, good time with the homies
With
(yeah)
I need help, I need help, I need help
I need- I need- I need help (yeah)
All again I'm faded by the wing, yeah
(I need help)
Fix me, I've
a million times
The freeman dies just once
So here's to you revolution
May your flame keep burnin' 'til
We meet our Armageddon
Up high on Vinegar Hill
out, laid out
She only gave it up because she thought I had some crack
And I won't be strayed by a lame ass dame
Keep my dollars in my pockets 'cause
strung out, laid out
She only gave it up because she thought I had some crack
And I won't be strayed by a lame ass dame
Keep my dollars in my pockets
fucked it up
By lettin her know I was creepin around, with every chick in the town, Buster!
I shoulda known not to trust ya
Listen I'm losin' my life
Word up son, word
Yeah, to all the killers and
A hundred dollar billers
Yo I got the phone thing, know I'm sayin'
Keep your eyes open
For real niggas
to find
I'm not the man they think I am at home
Ah, no no no...
I'm a rocket man
Rocket man
Burnin' out his fuse
Up here alone
Mars ain't
So stigetty step up and get your nostrils damaged.
Shootin', lickin', bustin', sprayin', all of that,
And then some, dead, dead, dead, one by one.
by ya window pane
Now shorty, me and you we came up the same
The fact before rap, I ain't have a thing
I hustled, got my weight up, now I'm
propers
Cop my double players
Cleo still hittin' 'till 38's pump and they up it
Yell it and could never by defunk-ed
I'm totemed in the fashionable flyers
We played king of the mountain out on the end
The world come chargin' up the hill, and we were women and men
Now there's so much that time, time
Uh-huh)
Boogies up and down and shuffles right
(Girls: Uh-huh uh-huh)
Slips and splashes in the moonlit night
(Girls: Uh-huh uh-huh)
Alligators with
for these bones to mend
Up before the sun dries
The frost on my fields
I've got the diesel burnin'
Turnin' these four wheels
Across this land I been
Mmm-mmm ooh ooh, ooh
Mmm ooh ooh, ooh
December can't come soon enough (Oh, oh)
By the fire, roastin’ chestnuts
I can see you, me, cuddled up
Oh,
believe in something greater than yourself
If you all up in the club by yourself
And you did it all by yourself, now
If you my enemies
I ain't fuckin wit
I'ma just tell how I feel on this shit
Bae, I got a hundred questions, would you tell a hundred lies?
My heart burnin' from the pain in disguise
(Countin' up my days)
I'm runnin' out of time
Shackled by the light (light)
Wish I could rewrite (write)
Every fuckin' night is like
I'm rollin' out the dice,
And cutoff his pics
Beat designer
By diesel
I hear it
Let's rock
On god
Audibly
My shit be going hard
Think I'm sweet
Get ya smoked
No cigar
Cuz a g
Burnin
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