Lyrics:
mes boys
Prêt pour la Grande Messe produit par DJ Horg
Viens-t’en rider avec les best
Je suis toujours prêt à rep’ mon nom
Depuis les tape cassettes pis
heard it as well
They fit you with your own concrete shoes
Candles, blown out by a witch
Mangled, Cure infinite itch
With no bangles, your wrist starts
Spent a week by the ocean
Unlocked some well-kept emotions
I need some new oxytocin, yeah
I'm ready to take another step
I'm steady with each
played only battleships
Our phone was attached to the wall
The tv had four boring channels at all
The music tapes crashed by themselves
When we wanted
in your head, John Kennedy
They spit sick, I spit cure, blood filled with remedy
I don't need advice, baby I got therapy
You Sandusky, All them boys is
today but it ain't Eazy
I did 15k like it was easy
Rapping for a grade like it was EC
Now they know my name, I'm DBE-ski
Did a real tape, that was CB
with no mistakes
How the fuck you pump the brakes
Cuz I'm too high, give a fuck what you think
Times gone by, you ain't cross my brain
I know I ain't
[fan]
Hey, Sole, man! Wassup dude?
Yo I came all the way from the suburbs man!
Yo I love your shit! How about a free tape, dude?
Support
You give sweet, and how easily, I, I fall deep
Your touch pours like honey on my skin, smooth it lingers
You, the cure the cause
Of my blues
My
the tape roll
Aren't you gonna get sick
'Cause that's right
Good work!
X your eyes
Let the tape roll
Belief in the one true power
Can't stop the sound
I'll fall apart
You could pick up all my limbs
Take me right back to the start
You could sew me up real good but
Then I'll get hit by a car
In December I
You give sweet, and how easily, I, I fall deep
Your touch pours like honey on my skin, smooth it lingers
You, the cure the cause
Of my blues
My
You give sweet, and how easily, I, I fall deep
Your touch pours like honey on my skin, smooth it lingers
You, the cure the cause
Of my blues
My
You give sweet, and how easily, I, I fall deep
Your touch pours like honey on my skin, smooth it lingers
You, the cure the cause
Of my blues
My
life
Had to do this for the prize
Take a listen to my advice
I dont deal with compromise
Cause they know me by my
Blue Hair
Yellow Tape
Gray Shirt
First off
Hah, hah, hah
We split a wig, pull up with thirties and SIG's (Word)
Duct tape, kidnap a young nigga kids (Huh?)
Smokin' OG while you
and it need to be taken
By real niggas that get it moving and shaking, bitch (Ha)
FIDAT (Yeah) FIDAT (Ya) FIDAT (Ya) FIDAT (Ya)
Said fuck it drop a tape
question
Want to know bout my whereabouts
I'm bout to let 'em know
So stick around till the tape drop
When they see me out in public
Only thing they wanna
hurt
No it's not my kind of cure
I like my manifestos pure
God is trash you can buy him by the gram
Let's have a party
Let's have a real good time
to be nursed by you
It must be like heaven for a man to be admitted by you
Doctor, sweet, come close to me; use your stethoscope to see
Hear my heart, its
take your time
But time's tickin'
The cure for the sorrow
Is to live like there's no tomorrow
Blow it up, pull the pin from the inside
The cure
infected by your love
And there's no cure for my sickness
You keep tearing me apart
Your touch is my addiction
My hands
Are meant to be around you
Baby,
The childish mistakes you promise not to repeat again
Now in front of your eyes
You embrace them and by your own bare hands
The proof of never
the dark
To find a cure my restless heart
There's some kind of magic in being young and free
Time keeps on passing, passing right by me
I'm holding
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