Lyrics:
me on, leaving My feet open this time to return
The playful gestures
As I tap, tap, tap this ad on my phone's screen in a friend's Apartment, it is 106
shred through the jungle
Full frontal, hope he don't fumble
In the defense leaving weakening, Kismet keep it on the humble
Uh, this is the place to be
profit from this world, nothing could be this sweet
But I will come out leaning on my beloved as deep cries out to deep
In my joy or mourning, your mighty
is preferable
Checks are unacceptable
And rubbing on my testicle in public's a spectacle
I don't know what you heard
But Eddie is the greediest
Kick in
your head in
You know where this shit is headin', for a dead-end
Stop your sweatin', like Otis Reading, got your pants wettin'
Snuck up on ya
And stay out the way
All I know is pain
I'm suffering by myself looking for happiness to gain
Niggas can't celebrate
Class of 2020 knows my pain
All I wanted
This is your call, there are no wrongs
See you'll never conclude with anyone else
Don't think the same as everyone else
If I had everything,
rappers like this is who they've enabled
How they go from rappin' to trappin', which one's the fable
Ayy, fuck it, let em drown, just long as my ship is
to bring my first child into this world
That is shown love long before they realize what hate even is
And I pray, that they never have to feel, more broken
I got a connection
Flows move through the air like wireless reception
You can't capture what this kid spits with Kismet
Each packet I send is
I got a connection
Flows move through the air like wireless reception
You can't capture what this kid spits with Kismet
Each packet I send is
God gave me style, God gave me grace
God give me style, God give me grace
God put a smile on my face
Ha-ha, God put this smile on my face
God
of poems, and later two books of literary analysis one after the other. This is all thanks to Konstantin Dmitrievich’s energy and enthusiasm.
From the book
took your bitch in a hour
Got good gas this pack is sour
He dis the squad then he a goner
I'm so known but I'm a loner
I got tears in my eye when I
hot
All about cake, Betty Crock' and spit ready rock
They know my bar came venom in a bezzie rock
Kicks from Fight Club, outfit from Eddie Brock
I'm
my crew tight enough (ah)
Give me the time, I'm writin' up (uh, yeah)
It stands out on the highway
Like a creature from another time
Hold me by
my
Sins in hell
As far as I can tell
At least the ones that I got away with
And there's nothing wrong with me
This is how I'm supposed to be
In
for my sins in hell
As far as I can tell
At least the ones that I got away with
And there's nothing wrong with me
This is how I'm supposed to be
he wonders
How somewhere along the way
He went from Huey to Eddie Wuncler
I been so disconnected, my perspective is ignorant
When you rich, niggas
out!"
Ayo, who wanna step up and get their cranium cracked
From my man louis from the ville, slugger baseball bat
Cock back gats, cause rugged
Woke up needing somebody to talk to this morning
Never had someone to talk to consult my pain
So I lock it up
With the clothes I wear
With my swag
enterprise like Sulu
Hell yeah
This is what we fiend for
Until we scream sore
This is what you bump rocking skin masks and chainsaws
My thoughts haunted
pardon, Run the Jewels live at the garden
Last two pirates alive are still yargin (yargin)
My girl got my heart, it's a bargain
Lick from her lips
sounds of my beloved
Seeing all this in front of me
Are they real and is this reality?
There's no time to wonder I rush over to comfort her
Holding her
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