Lyrics:
Either you bring it
(We gon' bring it)
Or you can't
Sometimes it gets kind of messy out there
(Sometimes)
But we get by
(Well what'cha wanna do with
some real Spill
I got some cousins with some poles they
Tryna kill, kill
I remember sleeping in my car
Couldn't get a real meal
Now that I got a little
Telling my wife who I was dancing with like I was fucking
Flew back, Monday evening from the bottom where the sun was beaming
To the concrete jungle
sun in my eyes gone blind me
Damn just think I blew past a statie, checking for the blue lights behind me
Stomach churning listening for sirens,
cll I
Either you bring it
(We gon' bring it)
Or you can't
Sometimes it gets kind of messy out there
(Sometimes)
But we get by
(Well what'cha wanna do with
stars and
You can make with the twist of fate and storm the castles
Wake the sleeping vampires and break their shackles
I still burn for you
Like my skin
All of the walls that you crashed your way through
'Cause I was just sleeping til I woke up with you
Forty five on the outskirts of town
Seatbelt just
move,
um if anything it?s a little deeper in the mud.
Champion: What is this fucking quick sand?!
Donald: The Champion is now conferring with coarse
anywhere around by chance lately?
Some nights weren't worth a lick or worth crying for
Dad drunk on the stoop with a handle by the front door
Here's what
All I want is love that lasts
Is all I want, too much to ask
Is it something wrong with me
1990
Step on the glide when the 9ers call
You ask me why
Eyes wide shut but they know
Buried alive by the lies in their soul
Their stride of a blind man's stroll
Well for whom does the next bell toll
I'm
next door
30 minutes past felt like days gone by
Never heard no sirens or no cops coming by
Thinking is he coming back? Does he want to try?
I'm not
still a mad Tyrant
Slap Siren's with my fat cock
In the outskirts of Skellige
They screaming: "Ouch, it hurts!"
As I bang 'em so damn compelling, man
were sleeping, but you can call me a dreamer too
(What's up with this)
Peanut butter logic, served on a bed of lies
Don't go down too easy, when you've
with rumors of the night
Fell apart for the last time
Foretold by cryptic designs
Torn from turbulent tides
Leviathan rise
Behold the siren's song
When
Eyes wide shut but they know
Buried alive by the lies in their soul
Their stride of a blind man's stroll
Well for whom does the next bell toll
I'm
denial, I'm bangin' niggas for slot time
Hurry up, duke, I'm next on line
And what the fuck is you lookin' at?
By the way young blood, hit me off with
denial, I'm bangin' niggas for slot time
Hurry up, duke, I'm next on line
And what the fuck is you lookin' at?
By the way young blood, hit me off with
we gon' get to clappin'
Every night I grinded, wishing I had it
They been sleeping on me, I just took advantage
80 racks inside my duffel, another 80
find them
I was woken up by the sirens
And that's why I'd appreciate some silence
But wait, you got plans for me, I am nonconforming
Frustrated, we could
Sleeping with the sirens in the distance playing war drums
powder
People hanging in spots
They waited until the blocks got hot
And got raided by the cops
I'll explain the man sleeping in the rain
His whole
of sleeping
For twenty-two years my mum was doing the cleaning
Dreaming that her kids would have a better life
Go in bed at night, struggling with getting by
Leviathan rise
Behold the siren's song
When our sleeping god wakes
This will all be gone
Falling through my darkest days
Dreams of the sun will dissolve in
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