Lyrics:
Beside mine best way to smuggle shit is
Using old supply lines
I see right through your bullshit
You're white wine
I see right through your tints
Like
Midnights in winter
The glowing fire
Lights up your face in orange and gold
I see your sweet smile
Shine through the darkness
It's line is
Midnights in winter
The glowing fire
Lights up your face in orange and gold
I see your sweet smile
Shine through the darkness
It's line is
I had to step back sinds I lost faith, believing in lies
man in the mirror fully disguise, mask on, see through my smile,
this is my album, I might
Come through in the prettiest Porshe, the grittiest wars
State gotta talk till the city get hoarse
I'm the icin' on the cake, gangsta of the state
go to bed early
My bedroom was right by it
Singing "Gloria in excelsis Deo"
Sure enough angels came to comfort us
And we rode on wings through all
a mock gun
My first album still slugging like it came with a shotgun
Girls love to talk about my ILL MIND Like HOP-Sin
5 albums Just starting best believe
like an Escalade trying to keep the family paid
Judged by every escapade just like we're getting letter grades
Sometimes I feel like fine wine
Cause I
you for playing my
Album, it's free. It's completely safe
Here have some tea
Sit down and recline
Lean back, and pour some wine
Get a little high
Just
an electric feel
By Flaneuring through the city
Seeing changes and expressing society through music
I'm also known as both Icarus and Sisyphus in this chapter
said
What breaks won't join if joined, it knots the thread
Eyes sealed up with salt and heart charred through with fire
All my charted days subverted by
said
What breaks won't join if joined, it knots the thread
Eyes sealed up with salt and heart charred through with fire
All my charted days subverted by
and flows with his breath
His silence doesn't falter
Like a grave or an empty bed
The house was on fire
And through tears watched the son
As he loaded his
Vibing by my lonesome
All my bitches wholesome
Moments in my life be epic
Never need to post em
Rolling up gellato
Thinking money and a foursome
Sittin' by the fire
Drinking homemade blackberry wine
Bottled by my brother-in-law
Who's going through hard times
The first baby's coming
within you, like wine of the fissure, you die like the swine that we ban of Elysium.
Savage messiah. Cauterised by the pain and desire. I provide all
Cash could rule me
Colonized minds by masters and slaves
They both hate niggas that
Like niggas the same
Homophobic, I tried to gangbang
I tried to get
man instead I'm saddened
Guess that's why they call it past tense
It's tragic jurassic my album be slappin'
You lack in theatrics, imagine
Imagination
social justice or
Being really into Trump
Well, fuck me, I'm all by myself
It's not my fault
I'm like Peter Pan but racist, I'm based
Fly through your
'round comes round from M.L.K. to cascade
I know its through them plenty figures
Cocaine dealers walk the wrong side
Up in they rides
Looking cleaner
Through the storms and the lie
Baby, you stood by my side
And life is wine
But there are days in this life
When you see the teeth marks of time
So I forgot something man
I forgot how many people in here have the "And justice for all" album
Yeah, you're right
I counted and I was a few off man,
homie get in line
Yeah, yeah, time to get mine
Tired of sitting by and waiting for something divine
Yeah, yeah, imma get mine
Yeah, yeah, time to wine
me from falling through
It's somehow become quite clear, fighting down by the wire
I saw your wounds open up, I clean them with the fire
So I,
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