Lyrics:
married and live in our world
Let's play rough; we can get wild
I could go home, but I'll stay
Cheat but I won't
So I go by Weezy
Love me or leave
winning
Many burnt up (Smoked up) bridges
Hold your head high (Head high) swimming
Let the hate go (Weight go) sinking
Now the dream floats (Non stop)
later, they couldn't get tickets
Her show at the garden sold in two minutes
Sam was from LA, trolling every day
Telling girls on Instagram that they
shit's disgusting
So I keep the Off right on my belt
Alone is dangerous, always contemplating
Don't mind walking by myself
I hate talking to myself
But my
please tell me
That's not how this story closes
A man consumed by himself
And all the things that he had wrote
A man lost in a dream
Blind to the things
like this, fans pass out when I kiss
If you hate then you are toast, knot breakers keep burnin' witch
Chain hang, diamonds swang, two red cups my
of what it must be to be dead
I know I like to dream a lot
And think of other worlds that are not
I hate that I need air to breathe
I'd like to leave this
miss my flight
'Cause I hate goodbyes, I hate goodbyes
Oh, I can't wait to see your smile again
It's been five long nights not by your side and I
it's not too late
Spare bricks can be dead weight
Sick, sick, sick, it's sick, sick, sick
Sick, sick, sick, it's sick, sick, sick
You made
to admit that I've been so fake
I ain't been home in a minute
But I've been here just existing
I hate to admit there's a feeling
So dark and it's all on my
if you out there flippin' weight
It ain't nothin' but love, yeah, let them niggas hate
I'm in the mansion with the gate and I'ma keep bein' great
, she loves when I get her attention
(Ooo yeah yeah yeah)
Watch as they hate every minute
They hate cuz they ain't fucking with it
(Ooo yeah yeah yeah)
Done tripping get a grip and get ya weight up
Lane wide open easy like a lay-up
Craig Mack I'm in ya ear with the flavor
Heard that they still hating
I thought you said
Tried to to leave two in my head
One shot to lay me down other shot make sure I'm dead
Momma told me
Momma told me
Momma told me
and forty days
Surrounded by forty thieves they wanna see me dead
Run away a fugitive and with a price on my head
Wanna know why you can't identify with
knows, you gone die by him
I know you heard gun stories about John Wayne and Billy the Kid
Shit, all them motherfuckers dead
And did you know that every
knows, you gone die by him
I know you heard gun stories about John Wayne and Billy the Kid
Shit, all them motherfuckers dead
And did you know that every
Nothing.
Now this is the new thing. I fucking hate this. You need a religion, asshole. You need something. What are you going to do if you get attacked by
Twelve O's on me
If you don't want at least two don't call me
If you don't want at least two don't call me
And you've been flipping all
Day no ollie
to the dead, no board, no ouija
Two pills got me lifted up
Rest in peace to my nigga Paps, we used to ride around with the semi tucked
By my agent, come
that
I don't know that
Ion know that
Pull up two seater right up in that mayback
Nigga hated back then better hold that
I got up on my racks for a minute
a weight watcher that’s slimming
Had to watch for all the haters always quick to wanna skimp me
It’s no biggie
Don’t want you on my back piggy
You a Opp
the first degree
2. It ain't that I don't smoke myself - And I don't reckon they'll hinder your health
I've smoked them all my life and I ain't dead yet
But
Be nothin' but bleak and it starts to sink
Ain't nothin' to me but another blink
Words words words by Bo Burnham
Didn't mean to burn you bro
But I'm
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