Lyrics:
Edison
Yeah chicken stand by for exposure
Shut your house down foreclosure ya in cold blood
(Yo 'cause) Shut the power out in your house
Cut the phone
Iz u down is my theme song
Take yo thong off, put me on
T-Raw, I'm in the dub so go and let a nigga bump
'Cus I can tell by the way, tell tell by
a grouch
In retrospect
I hope he was okay
This is not the way
That you thought
It would turn out, did ya?
This is not the way
That you thought
It would
way she has come my way my way my way
Sickness is running away is running from you is running away
Iyo yo yo yo
That tumor will die by fire die by fire
back
Somebody help me I think I'm about to die
But I got it
I got it
Whoa
So I pass the blunt and it came right back to me
But I know this smoke is
the hardest/ goin a mile I been in the yard bitch / stomping on yo ass in the back ima boss bitch/ hoe u a grouch wat I’m sayin is u garbage / don’t get me
and this pain
Is the reason I'm awake
Ain't no soul behind these frames
I'm a shark in a tank
Ain't no soul left alive, you
A bird in my cage, Only burden:
something
Real not an imagined
Fear scenario fed to us by the media
We can let go of this fear the problem is
That such moments tend to not last very long
my hair cut or give a fuck how I dressed
I'm possessed by the darker side, livin' the cruddy life
Shit like this kept a nigga with a bloody knife
to rely on, we get high on all types of drug
When, all you really need is love
To get by, just to get by
Just to get by, just to get by
Our parents sing
to rely on, we get high on all types of drug
When, all you really need is love
To get by, just to get by
Just to get by, just to get by
Our parents sing
a master of a few
Found my love for music on the church choir pew
Church boy is what I was called by a few
No this ain't Nerf boy
This 308 go doo doo doo doo
sitting on a couch (Sofa)
My bars could win an Oscar, I ain't talking 'bout the Grouch (Sesame Street)
People say my verse is bad, they don't really get
see me hot
With my Glock cocked drinkin on Henn'
Screamin fuck the world this is the end
In the street life!
Since I was young I grew
Up in the street
they ain't never gave me a bundle
But they discount people who
Would fuckin' mumble this life is not fair
They dread Dax like Jamaican hair
Because they
my hair cut or give a fuck how I dressed
I'm possessed by the darker side, livin' the cruddy life
Shit like this kept a nigga with a bloody knife
I like that sound
Yea I wont be bound
To this solid ground
Yea I'm going to take off, won't fucking drown
This is my moment
This is my crown
I'm
one of they names
My blood my life my gang, I handle it same
I coulda been a killer but this s*** is not da same
Ima take back what I said if you
and give me (off and give me)
Just one last time (just one last time)
To say this talking (to say this talking)
By taking mine (by taking mine)
Load up them
Finesser, finesser
Finesser, finesser
This is my life, (my life, my life)
This is my life
Finesser, finesser
Finesser, finesser
This is my life
This
The name's Fiyablasta, got it memorized?
The abstract king is about to give you oblivion
Giving you vivid lyrics of written killings by spilling
girlfriend
I can tell from how you look inside of her eye
It's obvious this time you havin' the time of your life
The timin' is right, this kind of a night
a house party, all night long
Iz u down is my theme song
Take yo thong off, put me on
T-T-Raw, I been a dog, so gone let a nigga bone
'Cause I can tell by
girlfriend
I can tell from how you look inside of her eye
It's obvious this time you havin' the time of your life
The timin' is right, this kind of a night
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