Lyrics:
catch up to you
When I know I'm that dude
I am just telling the truth
I'm trying to make about 2
By the time I'm 22
All this ciabatta I bring when I bake
I can't control this feelings
The darkness is calling me
It's friday, seven O'clock in the morning
Just getting up, ready to go work
One more day
And her pride is a higher horse
Than some bum of a man upon a steed
The handle's rough,
She works it smooth
Hardened by the pace
The handds get though
till they told me, "It's a girl"
And everybody said, "You and your atlas know it all"
Let the corners curl 'cause if you go by night you'll hit
Sun is settin' on a hard day's work
Sure feels good to get 'er all done
Washed off the sweat, the hay and the dirt
Now it's time to have some fun
all for second chances
But, my butterfly there isn't one to give
Last night love called it
There was no reason to live
A billboard that passes
Too fast
whole design
Matter of fact why would you wear those
Last night we fucked up the couches at Kong
Going HAM and that's word to Alessio
More shots on my say
My room is lit up by the static
Blaring out of my TV
my only real comfort
Is the lack of company
Baby Steps all through the work day
For just
when you're hurting in the night
I know I missed your birthday but it was not my fault
I was running out of money, but by now you've heard them all
4th
Above is a summer moon
Children will be sleeping soon
The work is all done and so
We drink by the fire's glow
The cattle bells do not ring
The night
different dark feeling
Black state of living
Counterfeit's keep tryna hack my religion
Every night I pray "let all
But the wack be forgiven" aye, my igna
You
high when I walk by all of them dem ah feel that breeze
But when I step in my new school
Vanilla Bottega boot (Vanilla Bottega boot)
Make nobody con
Bro, mans gon' out the last three nights, yeah
And every time mans step out I go to the DJ
I got a bill for you if you can run K-Trap "Warm"
Bro,
of the damned
That would be your grave
What would unfold when Felsaert was gone
Idle hands and gods love
The devil's work is done
And that woman you think
waiting for, girl all my life
I got no other intentions, only just to come and do you right
Baby, set for waves that gather in the moment up all night
and bars and the biggest cars
And a rocket ship take you up to Mars
There's the east coast trip where it's real uptight
Where you work all day and you
couldn't see me with a flashlight
I'll be waving nice
Vroom vroom when I pass by
Yes I haven't stop to make it
Since last night
Pulling all my hair back
never see
It's a hard won place of mystery
You touch it but can't hold it
You work all your life for that moment in time
It could come or pass you by
It's simple but I hesitate to ask
A second of your time to tell you how
I came to be so hard on all of us
By turning every meaning inside out
to nothing
Ants build houses where I sleep
Crowds of people trample by
Rush hour traffic all through the night
Glowing embraces after midnight mass
Renews my
I been sitting here all night long
I been sitting here for way too long
Will somebody tell me whats going on
Will somebody tell me what I'm doing
He's passed out for the night. Lived in one house all his life. You can count the decades in his eyes. Fifty year old fistfights and the scars they
all work out…
So many days I could do with out but the point of it all is to never look back so I live for today and die by the night these veins are
nights
So their bastard bratty tykes all act like savage types
It's the legacy of black and Spanish guys
Beg when ?tea and genoas? complacency of dads
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