Lyrics:
When all are dizzy and happy from too much wine
I leave the party behind
To be alone with my thoughts and this spinning mind
Through this cold night
John 17:14 I have given them your word and the world has hated them
Because they are not of this world just as I am not of this world
Guess guess you
juice? You will get bashed to a pulp
Real talk, years since the status was caught
Hundred and eighty-seven songs
That ain't half of my vault hell froze
step to me
Calli Mori shinigami I'm the R.I.P
They sense the freeze
Repent for the cheap disease
Gotta apologize before I start killing spree
Ya
anything we want in this life, we can achieve it (Real talk)
It was the eye in my piano that helped me see this
But soon as I had the key, I tried to tune in
speaking, so you listening to the thoughts
Of an evil spirit, in demonic verses everytime I talk
I'm confused, by my psychological set backs
In the storm,
care
(and) I'll neglect (you) and hurt you by just one stare
But, we'll talk it out, we'll work it out together
Cause all we know is that we are forever.
have you laced in chalk
The South Bronx, what you thought when we let are guns talk?
It's bloodsport, the Darkman call it like he sees
Been in buildings,
on a show
When I pass by your house and blow, instead of knocking on your do'
[H.A.W.K.]
You know that opposites attract, and hoes choose macs
And how some
see sunny days,
betta ways are the routes to get out
Can't find a way pray if you ever in doubt
Let you out of the ghetto, hello fool this is real life
coin as far as I'm concerned! E
If I can't smoke a doob on a airplane and talk to bitches however
I want, the REAL terrorists have already won! E...
and eat, go back to sleep, repeat
Even if you seen it just be quiet, don't tell them people neither
Me and you ain't equal, we can't talk about no business
and the path that they chose
Never know the half, you are last, you're the past
Going backwards real fast, that's why they laugh
Recognize, that I am not
smart
You are!
Thanks! I like romantic things like music and art
And as you know I have a gigantic heart
So why don't I have a boyfriend?
Fuck! It
really not important. yr mind's controlled by language, genetic codes and socially planned rituals. talk about yourself. don't be a fool. ninja high
2Pac lives, when I talk shit solo start tonight inside audience
Throwin' shots but they always miss
Real nigga like a Saudi prince, my nigga AK took it
Yo Anthony man, you just texted me again man
Nah man no, he's trynna, he's trynna get me to do a verse on his shit
Yeah same dude that used to talk
so long
Now it's time to make your move
Set it off, in your own way and it's yours, man
Win or Lose
Don't pretend to befriend, talk slick with a grin
no fear
Full automatic a hunnid clip drum
One of my bullets hit know that you done
In this world got no choice live by the gun
Caught a case
Check it out
This is my shit fo real
Its gunna be off tha hook
Peep this out
The Kon Artist nigga
[Kon Artist]
The Kon Artist born liar
Lie to your
[Verse 1:]
Now let me ask you a question
Who are you? Where you from? What you reppin?
Is every bar about a burner or a weapon?
Now he all gassed up
(Ah)
The new king of New York, lord
I got the Hugo trappin' out the fiend spot
The bitch had section 8
One deal went real bad
We had to wet the place
Talk shit on fake page, know you hate yo life
Off White but the switch on on the AR
Had to switch clothes from my face card
Thinking you fucking with me?
to fly away waiting to fly away
Waiting to fly away
How we go from thoughts of marriage
Thoughts of me copping karats
Talks of what we'd name her
While
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