Lyrics:
filled up bodies like hands from my physical
I got touched by the hot hands of bitter fools
Divided and tempted snake bitten by the ridicule
Frustration
on this yellow brick road
Fuckin' up my mental
I move just like the tempo
Heartbeat, that instrumental
I never lack potential
Every track is essential
Every
here
It's so reads in the diary of my mind.
On the first page there we are down by the river
With the flowers bloomin' in the warm sunshine
got murder on her mind
She's so special
You're so special
That girl's a killer, she knocked me dead
A real go getter, getting stuck in my head
She's
read me, better go read a book
They shooting, Aww made you look
You ain't no killer, you pussy
Can't let you in my hood that's padlocked
Can't blame me
know shit take time but im in my mind
Really aint no killer, but im toting that iron
Im 1 of 1 and I aint that hard to find
Tryna get shit back right,
In my mind I know you're never gonna break my spirit
You're never gonna break my spirit
You're never gonna break my spirit, no
Yeah you talk about
Romans
Romans
Favored Ladies of God and Christ
Mind gotta renew
Can't have a world view
Transform and read through
Romans 12:2
Will of God be proof,
Lay me by your side trace the outline of my lips
You read me every time -tween the corners of our kiss
You know how to bring me in
I don't wanna
wanna feel like nothing
Cause I can't do anything
I just wanna love the light
I don't wanna live and die by your eyes
I don't wanna say what's on my mind
Ima keep goin feelin this instrumental
I'm feelin so instrumental the beats all up in my mental uh
So sentimental my mind jus starts to fizzle
niggas who made fun of my music[01:23.72]I dont care who listens to me[01:25.45]Instrumentals im rapping[01:26.64]Bitch i am heated i spit that
I be smoking weed for the meditation, help me calm my mind, playing dedication
Tre 5 to the KD, cross over, it's a hesitation
You be taking pills,
music ballerinas
My music Sicily, rich California smell
An axe killer adventure, paint a picture well
I sing a song from Sing-Sing, sippin' on ginseng
music ballerinas
My music Sicily, rich California smell
An axe killer adventure, paint a picture well
I sing a song from Sing-Sing, sippin' on ginseng
of my only child'
Yes, my only child'
Now but you know how boys an girls is now-a-days
They won't pay their mother no mind
No, not their mother no
across these tracks
God know I know these clowns
God know I know
I feel like can't nobody fuck with me
And God got my back so
Boosie keep his mind
across these tracks
God know I know these clowns
God know I know
I feel like can't nobody fuck with me
And God got my back so
Boosie keep his mind
Your world embraces beauty while shunning ugly
My kind remains beneath you while your world remains above me
Feeling I'm on pause - my mind state,
I see the doubt in your eyes,
As I get high,
And let my mind fry,
I let my soul cry,
On these Instrumentals,
As I rot and die,
Time flies by,
As I say
247 I've been working overtime
And I got nothing to show for it
Still I had to sell my soul for it
Just to get by
247 I've been working overtime
bleeding
When I lost my mind
My art
It had me screaming
Now I'm passing all my time by the park
Just tryna feel it
But I don't even know where I can start
stone
I'm still in a daze, and fully restrained
By loving you so
'Cause the medicine won't do it
I'm running wild through your mind
Yeah, I know that
a leaf in a tree when the wind blows, but still though
I'm armed with a pencil, couple of tight instrumentals
To stimulate my mental
Got my feet up
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