Lyrics:
I'm back after a year of not making any albums last year
Y'all are gonna ask me if I'm finna slack again?
My answer is fuck no
I'd want to keep track
motherhood
And we fall out of touch
In your absence I write songs again every day
Haunted by ghosts of the dope ass albums you would've made
Until two years
I got my flowers by twenty one
I got, I got, I got
'Cause I got nothing but sober In my baggage
It's now more easier to manage what used to damage
You're fucked, little friend, a voice in your head
Looks who appeared
A killer with beard
So patchy reminds me of albums you did
A grand puppeteer
food for thoughts cuz by the time
I'm done with these beats you're gonna need Atkins
I could see your mouth watering
That's why I bought you a pack full
decay
But I still hope that my album will get a few plays
I'll get by, taking this day by day
But if I die, just know you'll be okay
All I've ever done
it feels
Lose by lose u getting passion u feel it
Every day u screaming to god on ur knees
Day by day u realize that u're close to it
Doomsday is not
to let that
keep him on the ground. Press that
button- ignite the jetpack!
launch pad shrink disappear
past the brink the
atmosphere's thinning and his
Bad mother, shut your mouth
Even though I might die if
I flood the drought
I'm Justin, you're just around
Shed light on the underground
Look, but
than sin, You're the cure for my disease
You are more than enough, more than enough for me
Your grace has made a way for me to say what I believe
I am
Woke up to sun streaming in my room
Warm beachfront palm December afternoon
You close your eyes another year blows by
Somewhere in the wind just
think.
Oh by the way, which one's Pink?
And did we tell you the name of the game, boy,
We call it Riding the Gravy Train.
We're just knocked
just a sign of the power
You feel in you, oh baby
Ghost showers, got you by the hour
You're dancing, too, oh baby
Behind the wall action
Barely
the phone
You're wack
You wasting my time
You're crap
Baby she fine with that
Am I really the only one
Who questions if we belong
Here, breathing through
phone to remind me that you're still here
And that your soul never lifted out the atmosphere
You left a hole in my heart when you left this earth
N I
Bitterness fills the atmosphere; it emanates from hearts grown cold
Weighed down by resentment that's decades old
We show no mercy here; it's what
Party on my yacht if you’re looking for me
Party on my yacht for my invitees
Party on my yacht, you a VIP
Cause you came along, came along with me
Co-signed by Alchemist, stamped by Babu
Executive Produced, yours truely, got loot
It's a new day, phones still tapped
Watchin' the crew
They put out one
still
There was no thrill
Nothing was real
I could break free if i just broke all the rules
There is no life down here
In this poison atmosphere
No
Have you heard, have you heard?
He sees them in the distance when the darkened clouds roll
He could feel tension in the atmosphere
He would look in
Have you heard, have you heard?
He sees them in the distance when the darkened clouds roll
He could feel tension in the atmosphere
He would look in
freak on your album cover jocks
You're gonna hear a real ill paragraph soon
I took the cover right home to the bathroom
In the immortal words
freak on your album cover jocks
You're gonna hear a real ill paragraph soon
I took the cover right home to the bathroom
In the immortal words
freak on your album cover jocks
You're gonna hear a real ill paragraph soon
I took the cover right home to the bathroom
In the immortal words
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