Lyrics:
Seeing mama take her last breath, fcked up my mind set, concept of life just don't seem right without her, whose gon defend me in this world full
Crawling to the ghost of you
(You were on my mind today)
Picturing a puzzle filled by two
(Feels like I died today)
I don't wanna see your face
evils
The concept's
So adverse
Guess I'm hell bound
Don't feel sound
Have no clue
But what can I do?
They're all unfit
Bogus and counterfeit
Keep hoping
God is a concept
By which we measure
Our pain
I'll say it again
God is a concept
By which we measure
Our pain
I don't believe in magic
I
God is a concept
By which we measure
Our pain
I'll say it again
God is a concept
By which we measure
Our pain
I don't believe in magic
I
Savage
Cause, Devil’s got me locked by the balls
Inside my soul, good and evil fighting a war
Mixed feelings like Remi and cranberry, a man
How will he
Niggas, I'm still grinding (yeah), I still hearing those sirens
I'm still getting chased by those lights
Only the light's lime, and my mic's
into my midnight slumbers.
When you're lying awake with a dismal headache and
Repose is taboo'd by anxiety,
I conceive you may use any language you
a cranberry
With a caramel baddie
Who tastes like raspberrys
Trunk full of strawberries
Heading out to Sudbury
Keep the iron like mulberries
Timeless Mulberry
but you let it go by, yee
I was just fucked up, I was just down, down bad
I had to tighten the fuck up, but I'm here for the crown, crown (oh, shit)
cups of Christmas cheer
I just need to catch my breath
Christmas by myself this year
Calendar picture, frozen landscape
Chilled this room for
to smile
`Cause you know that I'm about to servin'
Christmas dinner country style
Christmas dinner country style
Everybody's sittin' by your head
to smile
`Cause you know that I'm about to servin'
Christmas dinner country style
Christmas dinner country style
Everybody's sittin' by your head
caught me a baddie
Cranberry cups with the matic
Throw a half a brick at Magic
18-5 on a Monday
I'm a renegade with the money
Like the way I scrape
Of creatures
And all of us that life live the leaders
Love the eloquence of a concept proceed
Proceeded only by a concept conceived
Love the eloquence
cranberry fuckin' up my balls
That's my dog, yeah, we done got it off the ground
Turned it to Ruff Ryders, gave niggas a new sound
You heard I was from
all over the world
I'm in New York at the Puerto Rican Day Parade
Then at night, I'm in New Orleans drinkin' hand grenades
Outnumbered by
change that
(C Notes by the layers, true fucking players)
(C Notes by the layers, true fucking players)
(C Notes by the layers, true fucking players)
(C
The moments I framed have cracked and crumbled,
Grabbed us by the throat, then I choked and stumbled.
This'll never work, this'll never work.
Check my pulse
of Christmas cheer
I just need to catch my breath
Christmas by myself this year
Calendar picture, frozen landscape
Chill this room for twenty-four days
all over the world
I'm in New York at the Puerto Rican Day Parade
Then at night, I'm in New Orleans drinkin' hand grenades
Outnumbered by
purple hay
Remove the wood from the barn
Introduce them to the yak and cranberry
And make sure Bubba Spark good, then I'm gone
Even if we run the war,
(originally by The Cranberries)
Oh, my life
Is changing every day
In every possible way
And oh, my dreams
It's never quite as it seems
Never quite
like my boy Saint Nick
Cranberry mix with the great goo spiff
Put it in the air, nigga light that shit
Baby girl bring a few friends back
You fuckin with
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