Lyrics:
the script
Blinded by delusions
Blinded by my racing mind
Tie the knot and flip the script
Blinded by delusions
Blinded by my racing mind
Looking around
What
And the remedies they cost too much
Such a frail and fragile place
This egg and shell upon my face
Fueled by desire
Wind adds to fire
Flame
running up some paper
So I just might buck out a knot
And my dreams is what I'm chasin'
Can't chase no hoe, gone kick her out
And If we ever have to take
Put on my shoes coat grabbed my Keys and my hat
Now I'm almost at the store but in My head
I'm think'n did she say get something Else besides the eggs
Do you like onions by any chance?
I love onions
I love onions
Onions
Onions
Onions
I like onions
They smell really nice
When I put em in my salad
I
the mean time (Call my name)
Put a hole in the knot and pull tight
Feel the air on your face when you drop off (By mistake)
I've been livin' in the middle
to dyin'
When the time comes down for the tryin' I got nine
Reasons why niggaz shouldn't step in my face
With the nonsense, 'cause I'm always heated and you
of your feelings hanging on by a thread
It's tearing my face, it's the count of the clock
I'm caught up in strings and getting tied in a knot
You know what
just been invaded by true soldiers
December 31st, 96 (the game is over)
[Chorus]
(I've got all my life to live, plus with all my love to give)
Knots in my stomach god damn I love it
Adrenaline rushin always topic of discussion
At the function know we goin all out
Never doubt we en route
me dazed and confused[02:07.45]So I don't have to face my truth[02:28.66]Medicine woman your the trick[02:30.88]That gets me in to buy this
lookin' like I copped a lot
My pockets they on ten folds now they lookin' like they got a knot
Sayin' what you gon' do but I know you not
I be in the club
to make me a knot
(Just tryin' to make me a knot) yeah
Fiends hittin' up my phone non-stop
Just because I got the drop
(Just because I got the drop) yeah
Y2, is that you? I miss you, Bryce
I get guap, I can't love no thot
I been counting cash, I ran up my knots
And my coupe so dope, I don't got no top
a death
Check yo self, you just been invaded by true soldiers
December 31st, 96 (the game is over)
[Chorus]
(I've got all my life to live, plus with
who you run with, dumb bitch
I dread women who be tryna twist my head in knots, energetic cars too expensive
So I'm jettin' off to Aruba or Morocco
fryin' egg on my face
Time to Put You In Yo Place
Could you tell by the lack of reaction that I lost all attraction
To your childish antics and your one
now my pockets got a knot nigga I'm on my grind
Donald Trump on the watch Presidential know that bitch gotta shine
Mask on my face Mankind
Won't cuff
headphones, my phone charge
And I never neglect to bring something to read
I be on my black black black black
I can face an attack tack tack tack
And that thing
bullet bounced off her
I started to beg, "No, please let go"
But she swallowed my fuckin' leg whole like an egg roll
With one leg left, now I'm hoppin'
knees
Your ankles and pretty heels
Chased by French stick on wheels
What a hydraulic way to spend my time
And an attenuated bell to throw in polls
I'm
to know me, well, just tap into my projects (okay)[00:31.64]I couldn't even grieve for my own worth, turned to an object (okay)[00:35.05]That was all news,
a great day
That’s what I say when I wake up and I make my plate
Ain’t no space for upside down smiles on that pretty face
Come with me and my crew let’s
That's my flavor, experimental behavior ?by scientist?
Got props from Brooklyn Hasidic Jews to Queens Zionists
The Manhattan/New Jersualem type
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