Lyrics:
question if I'm able to take world's cain
These are just some late nights thoughts
Swimming round like a great white shark
I'm just tryna get em' off my
don't rain
40 p's 40 new faces as I cross across the state
Lost my white boy to that fentanyl when we was living great
100 bands feel like you rich
would say of course, of course
There's a hell of a plan that you got my man
And it goes by the name of, Uncle Sam
To the neck with foam, hittin' some bone
Single white female, we can play connect the dots
But gimme a second to myself to just collect my thoughts
Uhh....
Now meet me at the great taste
Show me
here we go, ha-ha
(Nah-nah-nah-nah) Come with me, woo
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Here we go, uh, uh
(Come get it)
Things are goin' great then to my
A heart of gold
And my
Other grandparents
Were here in the States
And they were poor
They were very poor
My grandma's mom
Was institutionalized
She had
Talking:
Here's a little bit of old school for ya,
That goes a little something like this...
I always tried to be the flyest kid in the block
your swing in four syllables
Make head goes spins spins spins
Yet I sling my drinks into your soul upbringing
Why mother nature did I become so simping
you guys with a little fun fact
Here goes um
I'm the opposite of southpaw
A midwest outlaw
None of y'alls even holdin' a candle
Got my hands on white
to be named by You
I just want my privacy, please
Uh, you created the story of My Life
And Mine is a public life
So No
Baal, put the tape on him again
know how that shit goes
If your ho only know
That she was getting fucked on the 7th floor
If that bitch only knew
The she was getting mutted by
will find you there
When I come back
You will be here
Again
When we die
Will we find absolute freedom?
Are You My Dream Man?
Are you my dream man?
I
they call the Master Gee
Well, my name is known all over the world
By all the foxy ladies and the pretty girls
I'm goin' down in history
of pleasure are replaced by this haze
The grays and blacks but never whites
Are the beginning of my phase
It goes on
Everything I pick up is never quite
meat on the street
They paint my car like a target
I take my orders from fools
Meanwhile
some kid blows my head off
Well, I play by their rules
So now
people protestin' in Minneapolis escalated
As demonstrators were lashed by tear gas and rubber bullets
The main message here, the main message here
boy
On the outskirts, of what works
Live those who go for broke, and merk to get merked
Live by the sword and die by the semi
Not part of my ways, but
barbeque", and he goes "Oh, you wanna go to taco?"
Órale
My momma talk to me, try to tell me how to live
But I don't listen to her, 'cause my head is
the brain
By my count of ten--the head won't move
("And there you have it, ladies and gentlemen--the human brain.")
Haaaaa!! Here we go, everybody!!
All you
head
I know how long we've kept a crutch
Here I go
I'm saying again
Where'd they go
Hearts racing again
Babe this plays over in my head
Now it's time
in my head
I hope I can get out of it again
The constellations tell me I am done
From burning inside of the sun
I sit on my moon
Where did I go wrong?
Here's a little bit of old school for ya
That goes a little something like this
I always tried to be the flyest kid in the block
The popular one
and black or white it doesn't matter I'ma break your teeth
Just like Joyner broke the internet with not a racist
And the song is great but truthfully what I'm
Green passports to the great white north
He's on his own again he's getting used to it
But sometimes when he gets these visions in his dreams
He wished
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