Lyrics:
I'm always rapping quick and my lyrics are fucking highbrow
She sells sea shells by the sea shore
Peter Piper picked up the 9 and came to my front porch
understand
I'm the person who's the personification of man
I'm a man who has been created by God
And then he just put me down just to fucking mod
Cause I'm his
Jim to the dogs, Peter to the dance.
A cousin of mine goes potholing,
A cousin of here's loves Joe Dolan.
Summer comes around each year,
We go there
the dishes
But I'm different, I still put 'em on just to show 'em right
I used to be the dark child but now I glow at night
I keep a milli by my side because
there's one little gift for him
And one little gift for her
After six months on the new job
They're still barely getting by
So in the way of decorations
she don’t cry tho
White girl up off the white, That’s Lavato
Need 2 Millie in the safe by tommarow
Nigga I ain’t bout to hit the milly rock tho
Thick
really am
My final words are on the pa-a-a-age
In black and white
And down the hallway of memories
Your vibrant eyes emit a glow
That drains my heart
understand why?
When the sun goes down, i started thinkin bout you
All the time passed by, all alone in my room
But It’s fine.
Hope you’re doin fine.
Be more
A spacious room, dimly lit by candle's fire
Coming to
Cloaked by shadow searching for an end
Through frozen veil of white
No hope of day
Wistful beauty draws
the shit with a rusty screwdriver, BLAOWW!!
[I'll fuckin]
[I'll fuckin
I'll fuckin hang you by your fuckin dick
off a fuckin twelve sto-story building out
that
You had to get woken up
By a huge backslap
To the face by a case of the drowsies
Feeling lousy and pouty
Because now you're all crossed up
up by my lapels and screamed, "Peter"
It's like waking up in heaven on an empty meter
I know you're in love with a man who's really a leader
I hate
to move to Miami
[Money B]
Poppa Bear got no time for Baby Bear
Can't stop to feel the breeze in the race for the cheese
[Clee]
Peter Pan's in the White
streets I'm oh so loaded, while focused clutchin' my gun
Pop by your house, me and my chauffeur, let's ride and go see the sun
I dream 'bout spinnin'
Of wimpish amusement,
Replaced by a rash
Of 'creative' confusement!
Soon, my brave zombies,
You'll make your return!
Broadway will glow!
Broadway will burn!
I’m curious”
I said “what’s up”
He said “how you do what you do mane”
Uh
Silly Ol me
White filas, white T
Polo shirt, OG
Vintage Trap, Goin Off
I feel
awaken
Since my baby's gone
From the album "True Love"
Written by: M. Parish & H. White
Bright archangel white knight of The Light
But let me throw this at you
If I somehow would up and die, would anybody even bat an eye
Well, that's pretty
You've got that special glow
(Ooouh, special glow)
I took some time but I realise that you're my favourite
I'm human all I do is fuckk it up
You like
Snow's falling slow
From that December sky
Street lights glow
As it passes them by
The world we know
Made new, clothed in white
Time runs slow
Tall, green grass
In the concrete cracks
In the faded white lines of the parking lot
Lord, it went down
When the jobs left town
cnd the bones
Welcome to the lonely
Wildly free, crystalline
Torched by vagrant halos
Luscious sun kissed white night
The sky was breaking, liquid bloom
Jigga then Tosh should be Nas
Peter was by right hand man, one hand washed
All of these brothers wanted more than to just to be loved
Killer with
in the sand
I'm transported through borders for grams
So who am I?
Small and white like shining so bright
Might take your son's life in the middle
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