Lyrics:
fired by the gray man
With shaky hand
But not shaky enough to miss
Hit, Lost Boy in back
So-called Friend runs for door
Leaves First Son
fired by the gray man
With shaky hand
But not shaky enough to miss
Hit, Lost Boy in back
So-called Friend runs for door
Leaves First Son
Now I seek thy pleasure lightly
It called me out, as did she
Watch the sanguine current rise
Flooding our ecstasy; as did she
Her aura beckoned me
but it called me back
Forget my pride shit I even quit my job
For the one that I love to work music
Recognized by my art that I spill in my game
Now you got me pulling back the curtains
Hoping that you heard it
I’m just cracking the surface
We just tryna reach the sky nigga
We just tryna reach
Yah
Ok
Never been good in my books
Fly is how you look
Cool on the surface
But, Ukisurface
You get fluent on them
Skrrt Skrrt in your skirt
Zilikick
That old fashioned word, it's a word called love
Called love, called love
Oh, this must be the way the nigga 'Pac felt when he made
"Me Against
mortal game
The hand you're dealt is not to blame
Callously discarded
Into the river of Acheron
Submerged beyond ascension
Breaking through the surface
outlined on the floor
You got hit by the .44!
You're in the game called life, son, how you're living it
Street corner kids growing up blowing up
You
the surface of my red carpet
These are distress signals spanning you and I
Inversatile if anyone here's a soul survivor of a dying civilization
A galaxy called
physicist, all switches are on givin' it
All of my God-given engulf them in drawn vividness
All rigidness on the surface, my jaws strippin' them
Causin'
And the gift that you got finna surface
Finna work
Get a purpose
Ima get game from these folks
Where you get yours
This game ain't no joke
It's cool, We gon
with a brand
Called Pixie and Dixie, two killers from Chicago
A game of 5K, to eliminate Donald
But what they didn't know, is Donald was a G
Had
by the Bricko shit
If you want that shit go get that shit
I've been going through some things
I ain't called you back
Siko shit by the Bricko shit
If
was more to us
Got to look inside myself, reevaluate the blame
I woke up to someone else, called you bae the same day
We ain't at the same place
Why I
was more to us
Got to look inside myself, reevaluate the blame
I woke up to someone else, called you bae the same day
We ain't at the same place
Why I
of his love of games
(He finished his set that night
By retreating to play
Galaga as John Mayer riffed on guitar) Now
As he spots
The original Pong, Super
a part of the game
Niggas dying everyday like it ain’t shit
These guys called yo friend will check you off they hit list
Born with them real niggas raised
Yeah
Let me tell you a little something about where I live,
This is called Rakin' The Dead,
Im from a Place Called Forest Gate,
Forest gate is
thinking about this all day
All good, there's a reason that we called, Dave
let me start with your background
Where you come from?
Sure, I was undergrad down
you called
I was like, I don't know
But I sure feel like I am
And so I'm gonna choose it
The truth is not found by every man
But reserved for those who
A big deal
Fakes niggas
They don't like me cause
I'm too real
I called it the way I see it
Though
I called it the way I see it
Bro
I called it the way I
the game I mean
I mean the game called 'go insane'
Now, you should try this little game
Just close your eyes, forget your name
Forget the world, forget
Hello, you join us now at the kick-off to a sleepy story all about a little Moshling called
Dribbles and the part he plays in a very big competition
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