Lyrics:
to sing with my sister
Now I kick the ill styles you have to call me mister
Cooling in the House of Hits, time to buckwild
Raised in the ways of the funky
was seeing my boyfriend at the time and I brought him home back with me to New York city. He was so excited. He was so excited to meet my parents
worried bout it, he gon' keep on pushin' though
Geek snatchin' both lines, only checkin' for one time
That nigga, he put grave, her lil brother went insane
Got no time for no interviews (go-got no time for no interviews),
No time to trip we don't get confused,
'cause this type of news opinion and views
Got
Supper time in the hole
Supper time in the hole
I shame my family, shame my home
Supper time
Old Saint John on death row
He's just waiting for
he's always missing something
Something tells me that
By blade, by bullet, by flood or by flight
I'm gonna ditch this body in the city tonight
Because
lotion
when i got wiped out by a beach boy
he was surfin' when he hit me but jumped off his board to get me
and he dragged me by the armpit like
Bro I’m hoping that you don’t kill me
By the time that you hear this song
Or even after
But I wanted to write about this situation
Cuz it’s honestly
don't have to call me darlin', darlin'
You never even called me by my name
Well, I've heard my name
A few times in your phone book (hello, hello)
Niggas is flossin' a lot, time to start extortin' the block
Just a portion of the prod' off the top for my Porsche and my yacht
Something for
to God, and I feel like he's shown a sign
This is what I'm meant to do, and in my heart, I know it's true
Every time I write a track, you know I do it all
Hard times, whole life, that’s just fine
Rough edges, curved roads, spent his whole life
Tryna find a way out, and find a straight line
Bet he didn’t
on his head
Screamin' "Insha'Allah" that he don't make it to the feds
Caught up in the system, visit from his sister
Talkin' 'bout all these niggas, how
time together
I am happy for him now because he is with
His sister in a beautiful place
It makes me sad every day
But I know he is with god in heaven
sure
By this time, Josh knee deep, mama don't know what else to do
He was skippin', bein' suspended, kicked out of multiple schools
Bruh done choosed
Red blade with the wind, rain
Ima sensei by the pen way
Ima kick it, not Lui Kang
Like a centaur, with a feng shui
With low top and a flute playing
Red blade with the wind, rain
Ima sensei by the pen way
Ima kick it, not Lui Kang
Like a centaur, with a feng shui
With low top and a flute playing
At twenty I knew I was against the odds
This kid named Jonathan was monitoring
His momma and sister, his older cousin
He honoured him anonymous bodies on his
You oughta know by now
Time after time
He brought me out
And time after time
Why should I doubt Him?
And how much more does
Jesus have to do
To prove
glitter in a void. Kjell was glitter in a void.
I'm left with Google, IMDB, YouTube, Renoir's NANA, and Once Upon A Time by Lagerfeld. I'm left with
of God
Laughing when the thunder roared in
Sister Mary was a visionary
She saw God in a big blue robe
He came to sit beside her bed
Every night
But when
shells down by the sea shore
Sells out, needs more
Worked it 'til he had 6 figures in his cheese drawer
Appease more people with the work he put in each
aimless
More futile ruse than the illusion of bein' famous
At times it feels unfair we were born in this cold world
So I commiserate with Chan Marshall -
pain he only spills on a pad rather than peers
Claims to be saved by God's grace from his mistakes
Being poor made him patient how you think he do
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