Lyrics:
just to feel a sense of urgence
Rough sex
Take drugs
Fuck love
Everything
Give a fuck
Used too
Now i can barely feel shit
Rough sex
Take drugs
Slutty ass
Oin really gotta say much
Oin hold no grudge
I'm not quick to judge
Matter of fact I barely even trust
Homie keep yo fake love
Bitches keep yo fake
Prolly up to no good
Still splittin' swishers, I ain't fucking with no backwood
If you don't already know it
I can barely even roll it
If I ever get
Wakanda
Pray that Chadwicks' proud of me
I give all I can in this life
Shit, really my nigga
That's all you need
I seen both sides like Frank, and if I'm
say it? 'nay'kin'? oh!
Harry-as-a-boy:
I think this is going too far, mr. thing-fish! I haven't even had a chance to fall in love, or to grow
through your head
Too many places you aint been, you only have to tell me when
If he saw you how you see yourself, you'd never have a need for me
If he
his homies and girl
But I know you tryna do better
Getting by
Ain't nothing more
Than an occasional meal
And getting high
But I'm barely getting bye
're a bit too much
Some times but I still
Cared about you
Even in high school
Don't wanna go
But I bet she loves me
Fucking watch me
Get fucked up
(Ahhhhh)
getting that cake
Yeah, we keep it 100
Ben Frank in the safe
Fuck what you heard
You don't know about me
When it comes to the cheese
Bet I'm known to make
shell about a dozen
You never see bank like Frank White
Your hand clutchin, your chest-plate contemplate
You 'bout to die, nigga wait, keep yo' hands
moving too fast, can't see what's wrong with me
These niggas changing up shi' I barely got a homie
These bitches come and go I end up by my lonely
You know
been the same
And my production selection is still flame
But they love you on the
Come up 'cause you ain't
Tainted by fame And you
Still they little
the inability to love
Ha ha ha ha ha ha hahahaha
April? April! April! Oh Frank
You really are a wonderful talker! If
Black could be made into white by talking
and it's hold up now
Let me finish
Think about it baby me and you we still kids ourself
How we gon' raise a kid by ourself?
Handle biz by ourself
at the end, round by the corner
Close to the edge, just by a river
Seasons will pass you by
I get up, I get down
Now that it's all over and done
Now that
[Verse 1: Frank Knight]
I’m supreme militant son what you bastards want to know
Just know you can’t G.I. I ain’t the average Joe
More thorough than
Barely famous and you know how that I hate it
All these bitches act hella basic
Me and my girl we go vroom on a spaceship
Too pretty she don't need no
what you were lookin' for,
The nights you took my breath away
I'll miss your love
Miss your touch, but this holdin' on it hurts too much
Now it's my
something, do you like monster movies?
Anybody?
(yeah!)
I love monster movies, I simply adore monster movies, and the cheaper they are, the better they are.
24 years I'm tired tryna take my time
Barely have been myself, least I'm in disguise
All of this room to grow but no where to hide
For 24 years you
the problems of the world go by like balloons
If tomorrow come now (it might be too soon)
Too soon?
I want the boom in the back of the truck
Ain't nuttin'
could freeze Snow White
Don't get geek'd she a freak but bring me peace in life
I keep it frank we by the ocean and her jeans off white
She gave me head
Yellow bitch she my pikachu
I got 40 bandits & they gripping too
U coming for me better think it through
When you niggas gon realize
U ain't fuckin wit
[Verse 1: Frank Knight]
Can you imagine lacking imagination to grab greatness
In a room full of faces stating you goin' be the greatest
But you
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