Lyrics:
Hypnotized
By your
Green eyes
You're like
A snake
Feasting
On me
You're my
Demise
Use to be
My lover
Now you
Beat my
Heart
Like a
Pound to
A drum
love is ancient artifacts
If I could only find a note to make you understand
I'd sing it softly in your ear and grab you by the hand
Just Keep it
plenty money and honey bunnies
20s and 10s, drive a Benz, you can't take nothin from me
Cause I came up on the streets, a straight up poor boy
But I beat
be
They like how he do that
I’m swimming in pounds it’s a drought where you be at
Skate and took off on em
He can’t get his keys back
Rehearsing
employees
It works in my favor
Shirts say "love haters"
Makes you a catchphrase
I'm past that stage
Varsity starting
8th annoying
I'm on 3
Gone off
To start it off at the top
If you ain't open to Token
I won't offer to talk
Ben writing off of the clock
Til my second hand breaks free
Wrists are
means your against them
I'm standing my ground I won't live as a victim
As far as these beats and these rhythms I kill them,
You sick with the flow?
by a slag, how you say you know me but we never go back (gang)
Wooski hungry cuz he smoking they pack (pack)
Shit get litty once they copy the swag
a lumberjack, or a midland warrior
Doin damage to the world with the hurricane gloria
I'm serious, you can say I'm furious
You're sayin in your mind, "who is he
thug
Can't come to the club
Cause we know what he does
And we smoke weed
But my nigga high, cause he be off them drugs
He smoked a pill, don't know how
Surrounded by the ghetto plus the fact that the brother's black
But Roger gets high -- grades on tests
He smokes -- brain cells to rest
But brothers jel on him
gonna make it feel funky for you
I'm gonna make you feel funky (K,I,N,D)
I'm gonna make you feel (It's Just A Beat) funky (Off they feet)
I'm gonna make
we running with swords
But think lyrically, I'm killing beats when I record
Nigga, the fuck you thinking
Like when W. Fard Muhammad had left
city streets ... He's loving head .. ya partna... Won't lend the shirt off his back.. but you can hold his parka...
Every woman he dated he was sincere
You lose your grip, you can slip into an abyss
No doubt you see these niggas trippin'
Ego in charge of every move, he's a star
And we can't look away
and she just jumped off
Jump off! Jump off! You know she a jump off
Pull my dick out and watch her jump on jump off
You make it so hard when it's all so
off the bus cause baby I get cars
Come marry me make I give you green card
Put dollar for your purse
You no even need try
When he breaks your heart in
Or are you in
Does the Lord smile all time
How does it feel
Is He okay me waiting, for you to return to me
I'm not over you
I'm not over you
I'm not over
and follow all my visions
You ain't obtaining dreams why the fuck you living?
Only in this body once better make a killin' off of what you love
I wake up,
a artist
Shout out my daughter cuz she love her father
By any means ima get it regardless
Gotta keep pushing and keep moving forward
How does it feel you
a ride
I got a ride, and you can look inside
And if I ever die, I want to die with my ride
I love the way it hugs, the way like it does
You want
of the music you produced nig**
I know sometimes when making a beat like this one, you expect a song to be a way, but that’s never the case
As a artist I write
Aye turn me up real quick you know how we coming
I'm not playing no games I would let the beat ride but hell I gotta talk my shit real quick
Aye you
opinion of
"You motherfucker stuck inside the rough"
Well lemme dust off all the rust
My golf club and start fucking up this chorus
Yeah
Fucking up this
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