Lyrics:
the towers were crashin they allowed it to happen
devoured the fragments and the media's sight
with some of the sickest shit I have ever seen in my life
rooftop
Down below the cars in the city go rushing by
I sit here alone and I wonder why
Come on Louis, keep moving forward
Hold your head up high
on the bus
While the other kids were causing ruckus. I'd say fuck it
Stand up. Start spitting the sickest bars. Straight
Disgusting
So ahead of my time instead
should've put my aviators on like
Heatwaves in the bedroom
Bundled in the sheets like cargo by the boatload
Knock on the door like they heard a disturbance
set up, we about to make a sex tape
Drinking blood, straight from her menstruate
Wicked thoughts, can't get my head straight
Dreams of killing kids
set up, we about to make a sex tape
Drinking blood, straight from her menstruate
Wicked thoughts, can't get my head straight
Dreams of killing kids
parachute
Secrets eating me alive
Bundled up in my room
You lure them out, say "It's fine"
And I believe you
You always have the answers
Always have, always
Alright now get your guns
Ain't no stopping me
Need the whole cash bundled up for me and my bitches shopping spree
The robbery, damn ya smart,
up under and submerge
Yea, yea yea sensory, sensual
Surrounded by lovers
We all converge
Driftin', mixed in, with all of the rich kids
Distant, my
of a master
You never thought you'd be bodied by a bastard
A bachelor who backspin on breakbeats
Break necks of broke souls who hate me
Hate he? you can't
a nigga make him feel like a kid again.
[Chorus]
Straight up, I ain't got no conversation for ya,
Nigga talk to the (cannon)
Have a few words with
some hookers hookin' up with some politicans
And some athletes and some college niggas
Send your missus on all kind of missions
I'm the sickest nigga
Christmas passin' by
Another Christmas in my rearview
Another Christmas comin' up
Another Christmas passin' by
Another Christmas that I'll miss you
The bells
a minute
And once the show arrives you need to back up give me distance
All of that and all of that
If i said it that's a fact
Always by myself because
Hit em with tons of writtens
Limitless puns and tons of switches
Infinite fun when instruments, come
On listen, I'm one of the ones, the sickest
Up
but I ain't like you
You think about biting me, that you might do
The shit I write to, bring in a check, I'm like Caillou
The sickest kid, split
Wants to live forever
Until they realize they
wont live forever
but almost everybody
wants to live forever
somebody body by that neighborhood party
now
Alright now get your guns
Ain't no stopping me
Need the whole cash bundled up for me and my bitches shopping spree
The robbery, damn ya smart,
comes, he's out
No, wait, safe-safe at second base
This kid really makes things happen out there
Batter steps up to the plate, here's the pitch-he's
comes, he's out
No, wait, safe-safe at second base
This kid really makes things happen out there
Batter steps up to the plate, here's the pitch-he's
this Bugatti
Bitch, I'm bad, I'm worse, I'll pass the purp'
Don't fuck with me 'cause right now I'm higher than Captain Kirk
I swear I be the sickest
I feel like slashing in Jamaican Queens fashion
You think you can fuck around, but kid you just thinking
It's over when I'm sober, imagine when I'm
and then I wrecked and then I copped another one
Smoked forty-one, this your last batch and I got more to come
Gettin' them bales up by the metric ton, hit
no fans
Can't sit down kids you have to stand
Just put your hands up, you don't have to dance
Here, we get it poppin' like it's Pakistan
Iraq,
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