Lyrics:
on his robe
Thoughts so cold turn your heart to a globe
If he can't float leave his past and his soul
Eye eye eye oh
Eye eye eye oh
Negative three can you
to play
And find hope
I'm alive today
But god knows
We all hide the pain
And die alone
So at night we pray
With eyes closed
And i might just save (Yeah) My
it?
Oh no, man
I'm cueing up the fourth album now, his final one
One, two, three, four
One, two, three, four, listen
Look into my eyes
Tell me
Yeah
Words from a wise man who's barely under age 30
Menbu ma b3m that's what myself tell me
Mepie na rappers aka d3m chale my eye reddy
Cuz if you
she drove
My eyes closed her nigga dozed, when I awoke
Saw mad snow, we at her spot at the Poconos
Bridge robes, crib hot as a stove
She changed out
can
For a Red Man's grave down in Cherokee Bend
It wasn't very long till she closed her eyes
And he wrapped her in a robe
He found her a place
some mother fuckin feines
Look baby I'm a Cut Throat
Tryna Play me you gone die slow
You better off tryna read with yo eyes closed
HUSTLIN you know I
stab ya in the back when ya eyes have been closed
Snakes slither in the slither in the grass when it grows
I been kicking on the path tryna master my
Wanna be gang gotta take you a risk
I cannot waste my G on a bitch
One eye closed, when I dump out the
One eye closed, when I dump out the whip
Oh no
Yeah, yeah, yeah, oh
What if I said, love was a lie though
It was more like hate with a eye closed
And the other eye had the eye rolled
is all hoes
On 2k hitting shots with my eyes closed
I’m sending shots but the bars closed
If I want it I cop it no 5 0
And my homies done copped about
Hands are weary, eyes stay closed
Women like these, who break in
Chorus:
I wanna see you, tomorrow the green grass
Oh my love, who stands by you,
I'm Imp the Dimp, the ladies' pimp
The women fight for my delight
But I'm the grandmaster with the three MCs
That shock the house for the young
I'm Imp the Dimp, the ladies' pimp
The women fight for my delight
But I'm the grandmaster with the three MCs
That shock the house for the young
undefeated
I'm talking greasy
Bull shit like I'm Rodman it's still a 3 peat, uh
Blinded by the lights I hold my eyes closed
The signs of the times never seemed
keep a eye open when you sleep
Four make sure your spot workers do they're chores (trash)
Five always keep a glock by yo' side
Six real n****s stick
Call for the ball on three if it was the last shot then you can call on me
Old shit going out in the sweep
Thats new beginnings for ya
That's new
don't give a fuck, bout the things you accomplish
I live in Texas, where we got snakes by the dozens
Truth be told, I only like three of my cousins.
Momma
a drought
The streets is hot
Live with yo' eyes and ears
Mouth closed, on ya toes and you won't get killed nigga
They don't know what the game about
monsters closed for battle
Crocodile teeth, lizard's head, bloodshot eye, stained ocean red
Moving close to their raft's side, the two men prayed as one
three in the morning
Drop it in my eyes
Spray my face red now I'm on the devil's side
Take me for a ride
In the back of the hearse, laying side by side
closed my eyes and kissed them one last time
(I wanted this excoriation I thrive on this self mutilation)
Summer, a morning so pale alone when they found
moving lately up
Just don't let the moment pass you by
I can't sleep I'm up all through the night
While the stars in your eye multiply
Quit waking me
through, third eye as bright as a street lamp
Electric microbes, robotic probes
Taking telescope pictures of globe, babies getting pierced with microchips
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