Lyrics:
true friends
And say, "I'm sorry you're blue"
Spent Pubescent years, blessed with peers I could trust
Spinning records to a game of checkers after dusk
your money's spent and now you're fucking stuck
Money, lies and real estate, or whatever they can steal
People put their trust in others hoping for
on trust
Calvinist
Deny your lust
Calvinist
You say God is everywhere, he sees from above
and at the end he will judge us all
He has given you
on we
True badman nuh counterfeit G's
Maybe once, stick around
And trust you will see (that)
(CHORUS)
So playboy, don't make me pull your card
For all that beauty that does cover you
Is but the seemly raiment of my heart
Which in your breast does live as yours in me
How can I then be older
in Syria
Y'all seeing this?
People dying till your sight is clear
And you can see again
Considering a life where the world
Ruled by the white
Black
trust
So me, M's hit the tizzy on spring break
I ain't even twenty my nigga, I fling grub
Fuck fist fights, you touch me, I swing this
Civil's can
for the king
I'ma king
Everybody safe, crib by the lake
L's on the gate, you got a whole lot of tom but we got .308
I got a whole lotta heat can
to have you a ritual
But, I ain't as crazy as I seem to be
It's just that nothin' is the way that is seem's to me
I'm feelin' less then, druggin' him up
a young typhoon
Cause you know this world gon' end soon
So I treat em like my pray, these mother fuckers saying who is hey
Out here dressing like we under
little mammy,
My heartstrings are tangled around Alabammy.
I'm comin',
Sorry that I made you wait.
I'm comin',
Hope and trust that I'm not late, oh oh
When I walk by your man I know who he choose
It's me that he wants he say I'm his muse
I ain't tryna be rude but you like a dude
I ain't into cappin I'm
looked so terrified
It was all in vain, how can I relate
My own trauma to the fact on the plate
That I was a psychopath who gave everyone pain
See me
you by
I'm trying to tell you
It will if you don't even try
Tonight I'm gonna cut loose, footloose
Kick off the Sunday shoes
Oowhee, Marie, shake
a bust
Tried to keep my hands to myself, you say it's a must
But who can you trust?
Harvest moon shinin' down from the sky, a weary sign for all
I'm
winters toughened up our character (yeah)
So trust me you really don't want it
We're ruder than most of America
But if you ask me I call it honest (yeah)
I was talking last night
To a friend who was thinking he might
Risk it all for a moment of lust and adventure
And so I told him
You can live
off alone
So who can we trust if all we know is lies?
Because of fear dying, how can we live our lives?
We just gonna let it go
We just observer
a queen, but a nitty to a dealer
She said she never trust a guy so I must be high
Thinking I can turn a caterpillar to a butterfly
She used to have big
worship one or the other
Believe me when I say they are all fucking sad
Can't trust the country in which you thrive
They build more missles to take
but you can't trust
People come, people go
But only some will try to steal your glow
Build your people
Make 'em equal
Raise up your different
Back stabbed by so many in the past
I'ma do my thing, get the hell out with my cash
It's a lot of snakes straight lurking in the grass
Took some
Gotta stay cooking and dish up these Ls for all of the enemies
I'm tired of all of the people who constantly mess with my energy
By now you should know
irrelevant
Upon reaching an old bridge is a riddle by a troll
"Who do you trust to get help from?"
"Stay the fucking course for a good long while!"
Familiar
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