Lyrics:
again fresh
I
Don't
Need
Your
Sympathy, your love
Or your life, So let's run
Some years later i had my own job
With a colleague, Let's call him: Bob
why.
Digression in session I'm tryna see it a life lesson,
cll these negative thoughts trespassing and I'm filled with aggression
Shits so dull, man
at life so differently
Older therefore wiser
I’m so moved by all you’ve done
Wiped my tears
Held back your own
Selflessly building a home
If I could go
Yo, from Pittsburgh to Pelan this type shit we be on
When we on inside a cassette deck of your Neon
Or in your navigator whippin' with the CD
Girl bring it back one time
You can spend the night
Or we can go crazy till it's lunch time
Yeah you know I'm always bout mine
Got a bad bitch with
me different show me that you need me
I'm fascinated by your tragedy
I'm fascinated by your tragedy
I'm fascinated by your tragedy
I'm fascinated by
I'm not your mate niga see I'm fucking with your father
And your kid sister is on her way
I don book her uba.
My life on a fast lane
My mode is
and they astounded
By the way that I'm sounding
Clap! go ahead and get a round in
Even if you give me five out of ten, up I'm rounding
Blessed man sent by
of fashion
Prowl the streets of Harjuku (Ira shae mase)
Superlovers, tell me where you got yours
Yohji Yamamoto
I'm hanging with the locals
Where
squat and you shit
I hate you with every breath in and out
Let's get this over with, ready to go
Your big final kill, you're watching me drown
You built
to a 10
I was like 10 when my cousin faced life just for riding and shit
Pardon my grin then. I wasn’t thinking on vengeance
Really ain’t know how it go
should go
Ho Ho Ho
Left out in the snow
My family hates you
Just and much as I do
You're so cold
You put the X in X-Mas
The Ho in Holidays
Jack Frost
humble, check my record
In my past life I don't go for nothing, we ain't buddies
Get your act right Now they see me cutting, they on nothing
I won't act
Gyal, don't play hard, I know you wanna go yard with me
She act like she never knew I'm a superstar
Ask your girls they know who we are
Shit we
propped
On a Ouija, too Elegant for the scene
And it just don't stop when the fists go pop
And the missile drop with the green expansion
If your Boo's in
with a playa
I keep 10 toes down 10 10 toes down hustle all day and night I got rich nigga dreams I get it by any means time to get rich or I’ll die
your life and you’ll know when I’m through
So why do you try to test me to
My limits won’t stop me until you are screwed
The crude rhymes that I spit
yeah
I be making bread just by talking with my chest, yeah
I just popped a x it be messing with my head, yeah
She just drank my kids, smell it in her
a fool for your love in my eyes you are a dove
God is really looking out sent me a angel from up above
Tell that by the way you posted up you need a thug
And just continue with life, like
Forgetting I did, I mean come on
How you going to go against
The throne, this is my track
That you run on, boy get the fuck
the money comes and go but what you really left with
A broken legacy I think is where you're headed
These kids they love you now but most they gone regret
on my mission
That's why I am always bridgin' the life that I'm in right now
To empires and with the riches
Acquired by intuition
Set fire within your
could cast
Life could grip your heart until
Grief
Set in
Make you wonder where each story begin
Begin
Make you wonder where each story begin
Tell me
this one for my thugs
Hey yo, niggas want to drive by the hood and dump
Come on stupid, I clap up from your hood to the trunk
Foot on the floor,
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