Lyrics:
the final hour
Chase your inner youth
Brace for impact in '22
If Trump ain't dead by then
My kids may be at war makin' the winnin' move
The politicians
brother's starving, hungry, and sick
Cause ain't nobody coming by the house giving free shit
So he gettin kinda skinny and my brother's almost dead
Got no
room
Feeling like I'm six feet with these demons I exhumed
I walk into the room but I don't feel alive
I'm higher, but I'm feeling dead inside
My tomb's
Fuck 88!
They, they want inside my head (They, slash, slash)
Fill my thoughts with shit they said (They said!)
'Hopin' I will be depressed (Slash,
cannot hide don't cross the line no Walking Dead no breaking bread don't fuck wit' chu only with the one's that stay true you had ya chance like chemical
house, it's straight up the road
And I was the man of the house, the oldest
So my shoulders carried the weight of the load
Then Nate got taken away by
get the chance to lay it 'fore I'm dead
The stewardess said to fasten my seatbelt, I guess we're crashin'
So if I'm not dreaming
I hope you get this
to drive home
I was never able to drive home
That's right
And I had some of my dreams, too
The first hundred years, I couldn't drive home
I was already dead
plottin'
Against my people with chemicals
Rainin down from the atmosphere - death
Continual caught in this continuum
Survivin' off the bare minimum
Let
a stain
I done lost it all got nothing to
Lose I make my llama bang
Niggas say it's beef and I don't see
It I just see 50 packs 50 him
50 him by the night
my life is spent
Never leave a trail, running down the fuckin' driveway
I'ma kill this pussy 'cause it's my way or the highway
Living by the lake
so, you may be arrested, or subject to other police action
Other police action could include the use of chemical agents or less-lethal munitions
Which
Athlete turned-actor, it must come as a shock
To be this big and still
Get overshadowed by The Rock
You take credit for "Despacito
" that's just silly
It's
Where will my dead soul go tonight
In a land where the evil lurks at night
I was small, frightened by the lungs of the sky
Tryna hold every little
Runnin' away from melancholy pain
Graining dirt in my soul
Feeling dead inside of my soul rain
Chemicals in my brain
Runnin' away from melancholy
shatter reality, thinking it's all we'll be
Monsters come forth and see, chemicals that we breathe
Slowly suffocating, drowning in my sleep
But then you
S tier gang
Beige recliner stead, pillow on my head
Sony speakers and receiver hook up to the rest
Wattage box is nice, for apartment vibes
Joker DVD
know it
My town, that created all the bass sound
Enough to shake and kick holes in the ground
'Cause my style's like a chemical spill
Feasible rhymes
time-stream created by you
If my life were a song
It'd be way too long
But I know it'd be written by you
Romance is doomed
But I still wanna commit to you
I
that’s me
Never made money from a song, that’s you
MOBO’S, BET, that’s me
No dough, DVD’s that’s you
AIM awards sitting on my shelf, that’s me
Oh no, same
you don't know me like that
DVD player for all of your smack
Breaking the tension with tales of the pad
Blowing your mind with every track
Taking my
Lawton, AKA Deadshot
Flashback to Deadshot holding a phone
Next to him – and then a travelling shot
Of Gotham’s rooftops
Followed by Deadshot planting
the front for I
With a DVD player playing porno nonstop
I'm so fuckin' high
I don't want to drive anymore
So I crashed in the back of my x-girl's 4x4
Can
this year
A truth to be told
I was outsmarted by Lucy's performance
Pushing all those grams
From here to Vietnam
There were no time for romance
Fell in
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