Lyrics:
or them
All liberties are taken (yeah)
By this administration (yeah)
Ah life is good when George is king
No fear of a reprisal legacy of violence
J5
Find out who you are by the company you keep
As kids we saw things that no man should see
Same time, there's nowhere that I'd rather be
than the brightest star
What I'd give to make you see
Who you are to me
All your so called friends
Said they'd be there 'til the bitter end
Are
Drive too fast might end up wrecking the whip
And I'm connected in these streets
West side nigga that's where I be
Know how many people try to get by me?
off all the vermin
I feel the devil he's calling
He's gnawing his way through the walls
Is this the bitter end to a lost cause in his jaws
teeth no longer innocent!
Hold on...
Keeping diving so deep too low
Keeping diving into money pit so low
Not even a safety kits stop blood cluck!
How much
was home, I know he'd say, "Chille baby, get your ends"
So I'ma live it up
No matter how hard we strive to stay alive
The reality is, one day we all
Grab you by the neck I love it when our lips meet
Linger on my breath it's bitter yet it's so sweet
When I'm with you I always feel warm inside
he knows distorting feeler hell
This time he knows distorting
Be now the first of all, by the low end on avoid
It's a pig, it's an eye, it's
Grasshoppers' coming in a hurry With the Furies
breathing down your neck
Team by team, reporters hunt, fake news cropped, Look at
that low plane, fine, then
Uh
the seconds
I embrace my days
Cause life is not promised
It could end today
Everyday I wake up
I wake up feeling great
This life is not easy
No pain is no gain
poll in it
Cold guinness, bitter taste, slim waist, I'm gon hit it
We low-key baby, like a baritone
Apple computer, e-mail me to come scoop ya
Run
lives
Can we somehow get back there
We were high now I'm so low
Wishing I'd see my phone glow
Seeing you with no halo
Freaking out all alone
Don't know
Spray facts upon a riddim
Monetised by socials scenes
Kept hard upon my grind
Now all you haters seem so keen
Was low depressed and ghosted cuz of these
back and pull strings
Yeah yeah
Used to have that fuckin' title by name
Yeah yeah now that's nothin' but some
Fire to my flame, Yeah yeah
You ain't
terror
No wonder I'm under stress, I got my door kicked off by a bunch of feds
And when they left It looked like I had rave
And invited more than
I think I fell in love with a porn star
And got married in the bathroom
Honeymoon on the dance floor
And got divorced by the end of the night
your heart it fills with rage
Driven by words that sealed your fate
There's nothing left as we descent
Upon your bitter sweet revenge
Pain grows
When wallowing and reveling
Rife with the struggle and strife
Of being better than
Friends on paper
Battle to the bitter end
And when it all ends
Well,
have to be signed by a production company or be in a group? And he said, No, Asian women don't make it in America. No one buys from Asian women. This is
hear no more
Real life problems now they face it scarfing their faces more
This ain't no basic we on a daily basis order this shit by the cases
Boxes
No. It is zero on yo end, so remove yo purse. No
Got a mic and a PC, so now you believe you're a new expert. No
Do yo body counts matter if yo zodiac
No one says it but I can't be helped
I'm damned to live a life by myself
I see my mind as a wooden crate
Nails lock it shut just to seal my fate
Jump
and coming in a hurry
With the furies breathing down your neck
Team by team reporters baffled, trumped, tethered, cropped
Look at that low playing! Fine,
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