Lyrics:
ain’t no time for rest, ain’t no leisure
Hook about 3, 4, 5, 6 heads every session
Look in the mirror like “That boy lit, that boy special”
Can’t say I
a pole
At least three from the streets
I know five live by the code
Savages in the fold
Halogens on bright, y'all know slime heavy with the smoke
profit will go to you
A profit I haven't seen before
I wish to be governed by something else
I can't hold your hand while you wash away our dreams
nebylo co žrát, v mý hlavě byl Saint Laurent
Já jdu hrát, je mi jedno, kde je cíl
Stačí mi ukázat start, stačí říct "3, 2, 1, teď"
A já tam budu první
the sidewinders pave the way
to orcus necropolis black abaddon lay wretched in disgust
exhaled by the breath of god onto glass as though
it was scribbled in my
Intro: Richie Feelings (Tony Matterhorn)
Hey hey hey Bob!
How ya doin man, yes I'm in Jamaica listenin to this?.
Boomin riddim by Mario, seen, yuh
so i'm at this wheel it's three am
waiting for the caffeine to come around
and life rears it's ugly head again
they say your radio's cool
on by poverty, got lives that scarred
Single mother selling her body, nigga times are hard
Wheres the Lord when I need a blessing
Devil's be after me
If not, it gets dropped, I can't hear it (fuck off)
Yeah, two milli by twenty, who can say that? Not many (woo)
Sick and I'm ready, skinny but
much is true
Oh, and I know you feel it too
This-
Call me on your silly phone
Before it's way too late
We'll be hanging by the beach
Soaking up
do siebie podzieliłem nową paczkę
10 raz 100 zamówiłem sobie taxę
3 godziny potem mordo odrobiłem stratę tak jak Julian Draxler
Stolik na kozaku mam tu
you getting totally confused
By non traditional sex roles?
Our culture has come this far
You were once alone but here we are.
Are you just afraid
We won't leave till you realise
These are the reasons why we won't survive on our own
Nobody gets left behind
One, two, three, four
Didn't see
(3, turn me up)
Ayy lil' man, yeah
4K Trey
Middle finger to my haters
I'm a north detonator
Get you hit 'bout a favor
The Lord can't even
still'll get in my mood (fo' sho')
Domo been gone, we been actin' a fool
Won't see a man that ain't grippin' a tool (at all)
Nah, we don't play by
L.A. make these pounds take flight
My friends locked up, all this time goes by
And I tell 'em to just wait on it (wait on it)
Join my table, there's
tar en te' (og heller'n ned på 1 2 3)
Kroppen sa at ting var feil
Ville reise lenger sør
Drømte om champis og solbriller
Reker og krabbeklør
Jeg tok
Firmly I believe and truly
God is Three, and God is One
And I next acknowledge duly
Manhood taken by the Son.
And I trust and hope most fully
In
act like you got money by the bands
With that Danny Welling code as your one and only flex, now
Listen close and tell me how you feel,
I could have
'Cause I was always stuck on bullshit we could do together
You can hide behind your lies but please don't think you're clever
You used to drag me by my
I'm intolerant (hey)
Three pics, see me and start doggin' it
Had to stop by and just talk to her (yeah yeah)
Throwin' these bands like a tomahawk
keep behind your teeth
you think I would know how this would go
but maybe that's exactly why I want it: no need to hope
count to three, you get
scam
Getting my toes crushed by a rental van
Then if I sued the driver and the rental guy's
Enterprise or whatever, I bet they would settle nice
even got to buy you stuff
I was broker than a joke, but you were by my side
I don't take that shit for granted, let me tell you why, hold up
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