Lyrics:
(yeah)
And others caught in the crossfire, and dying at age young
They leave .em by their loved ones
People wondering, Toronto Sunday saying, we acting
Only eyes like yours can see ghosts
Ghosts like me
If you hold a gun to my head
I'll laugh instead
I was in love with a pop star
Crumbling
looked at it and sped, he didn't catch his gun in the air
Then he ended my life and shot JID in the back of his head
He killed his both, or did he do it?
drill, just and bang your spine (just)
Bob your head like me APL de, up inside your club or in your Bentley
Get messy, loud and sick.
Y'all mount past slow
wheel
Protected by Uriel and wingz of Gabriel
Black Castro, with a pic in his Afro
Interpret for the pharaoh but swift as a sparrow
With skin
Ready to bark in a place, he got bored in his head, it was far from a fade
Gang tore him to shreds with the sharpest of blades
Like, what's
this way
I keep fighting with the things inside my head
I don't know how much I could take of this
And now I feel I'm so drowning in it
It's not
kaleidoscope eyes.
Cellophane flowers of yellow and green
Towering over your head.
Look for the girl with the sun in her eyes
And she's gone.
Lucy in
I'll never fall in love again
I'll never fall in love again
Took my heart and you went away
Thought that you'd be back to stay
I've been waiting for
as the miles went by
Sit back with your head on the pillow
When you remember it makes you cry
Ghost cars on the freeway
Like friends that you thought you had
when the band comes on
I am in the ring where I belong
On my last leg just gettin' by
Halo round my head too tough to die
When I was crowned a mummy's boy by friends I didn't like
I made a meal of trips to school upon my father's bike
I used to sit between his legs,
The sun sank as the miles went by
Sit back with your head on the pillow
When you remember it makes you cry
Ghost cars on the freeway
Like friends that
a bracelet
Just to satisfy your fourteen carat mind
Layin' by these railroad tracks in Denver
With a hurtin' head and a half a pint of wine
Everything
in a mess
And when I fall I really Fall
And that's when you go to my head my head
It could be sunshine
It could be sunshine
It could be sunshine
got my hustle in the trap (in the trap)
I done start bustin' in the trap (in the trap)
I got head in the trap (in the trap)
I done got my bread in
Sittin' in the front row
Mary of the fourth form
Turnin' all the boys down
She's turnin' all their heads around
Hitchin' up her short skirt
in the back with their heads on the floor
Surrounded by their buddies, they're all hollerin' for more
Whoa, whoa, whoa
It's Mr. B's ballroom
Two floors above the butcher
First door on the right
Life filled to the brim
As I stood by my window
And looked out on those
Brooklyn Roads
I
to the bus for another round
Managing feats by managing feet
Head of the hydra tastes the breeze
Conduit sees from the living room suite
Boredom is what
body's outdated and hell is my doom
Come mama come papa and sit you down by me
Come sit you down by me and pity my case
My poor head is aching my sad
Away in a manger,
No crib for His bed,
The little Lord Jesus
Laid down His sweet head;
The stars in the heavens
Looked down where He lay,
in your stories
And be pulled down by their tide,
Choking on the words
And drowning with no air inside.
Now you've hit a wall and it's not your
the moon up over head
I lie awake alone in my bed
Without you it's so hard to be me
By the town where you said you'd still love me
By an ocean just seven
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