Lyrics:
need last nights in Ibiza
I don't know, I don't know
Think you need a higher power, higher power
Cause my love can't save your soul
I'ma pray for you
that you never need to
know
In the crib, counting up my dead friends
I be skating by, you be getting stuck at dead ends
Shorty flexible, like schedule,
your night
Into a weekend
I gotta stay doin me
Gotta stay getting money
Like mikey gotta stay flexin
Like mikey
Gotta live life everyday
Like I won't
Sky High feel like a sidekickWithin my own life I'm a piece of shit most nights(It's hard to stay aligned)Voices say I'm a lunaticI think I might cry
wicked like a wizard, rhymin? every letter
To beat me, you got to have a army or better
Bum-rushin? other rappers like Rhyme-O-Cop
This is a contact
This is what happens when you call the cops
You get your rights violated or
You all get shot
I'm sick of people getting
Victimized by criminal cops
Let me Act on Revenge
30 Nights Full of Binge
I'll Forgive and Forget
By Forgetting Your Name
Counting off the days
Till I hit reset on my Life
Lost
a bum searching for eternal slack
Pride, intelligence, motivation: there was nothing that I did not lack
But then I went to see a doctor and he showed
It's lonesome away, from your kindred and all
By the campfire at night, where the wild dingoes call
But there's nothing so lonesome, so morbid
they native tongue
And the day is just begun
Greeted by the scent of a bum
Smelling something like beer, barf, and dung
A brother in repose in the back
blaze
With bum bitches that run tricks like fuckin' card games --
I shouldn't listen to what my mom say
Police squads, they can harass me, never can
been done now. So I stall my puns, wow.
But then I recall my one vow is to bust this bubble of injustice, subtly.
What'll we muddle up if we bum rush
a dream the other night, baby,
I dreamt that I was all alone,
but when I woke up I took a look around myself,
and I was surrounded by fifty million strong.
Smokin' fcukin' fags is really really great
Chuffin on the reg, having a laugh with your mates
Cheap fags made by some bloke in Albuquerque
I'll smoke
Yea
So brooklyn challenge
Shoutout to casanova
I'll tell you about my city and where I'm from (Upstate new york)
I go by the name of .S.B. (Hey)
I'm
Sacks are full of bum ass rum with side effects for ups
I don't got no place to be I guess we fuckin' this house up
And we've got seventeen heat
me
Findin another ha not likely
These other niggas on a bum type beat
Runnin they moves by me
A lister & they on type B
So I’m asking you politely
riding around em
Two by four
I'll give you wood
That was me riding around em
In my thong
Shit I look good
That was me riding around em
In circles
That was
under the sun I been dealin with this flesh for a long time Gets dark in the night but I’m swaggin on these haters when the sun shine I know they talking
Mercedes rotte
Do shopping by the zingari rulotte
Palmiro Togliatti by night
Walk the street where the bum fights
Touch my rhymes an take AIDS
Narcos
Unemployment days
By: Ken David
Sitting all alone, talking on the phone
Everyone I know is out of work
And we're trying to survive, yeah, keep
the bum is bound by al
When the charts are fouled
When the crowds go wild
(Wiki)
How did I land? Right in this land
Man-hat-tan
Right were you stand
five
She pours us out onto the carpet
Counts us all then holds us tight
Then she puts us back in one by one
Blows a kiss then she says good night
watch it in my boxers
Wash myself when my mom yells dress, and just breakfast
Guess it's time to bum with the triumvirate
Love that shit, crushin'
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