Lyrics:
locked spot?
The other townhouse next door
Is fucking empty
Their only kid is always fucking here
Kimmy Gibbler
Oh, I just stopped by to air out my feet
me now?
I'm outta here girl.
Chorus (Mercedes, Ms. Peaches)
I'm going insane without you, I'm losing my brains without you
and I just can't
slipping
I don't wanna live
I just wanna dream
All of my niggas is locked down chain gang nigga
You don't even know what that mean
You don't even know what
Drinking for the buzz we gain Do it just for fun
But deep down something makes it numb the pain
Switching on the ones that love you Really what you got
ain't the ones gettin knocked around
Socked around by a low-down clown from uptown
So what you're gonna do to the creep?
If I was you, I would wait
at the door
And their eyes scream ice-cream
I scream
Don't wait up for us you cheap little whore
The boys are getting lit
So I pull the brim of my cap down
(Yo) I'm probably the best rapper that you've never heard of - hence the name
Still spell it like it's 1990 'cause eff the game
And societal norms
the past
And I ain't seen you, since the last day of class
Used to sleepover, watching movies till 3
Then peace, wake up, start walking down your street
down the way"
The man says, "Get out of here
I'll tear you limb from limb"
I said, "You know they refused Jesus, too"
He said, "You're not Him
Get
"Hey punk, you forgot your chair!"
And by the look in his eyes, I knew that this was the end.
Then he body slammed me two or three times
And he put
You jumped in that 4-door Blazer, quick I couldn't get a good hit
Shit! - I was aimin for the melon!
But the kick of my three-pound auto there's no
But I don't believe in ghosts or anything
I know that you are gone and that I'm carrying some version of you around
Some untrustworthy old
But I don't believe in ghosts or anything
I know that you are gone and that I'm carrying some version of you around
Some untrustworthy old
a better person, you'll forever be working
I don't want that version, Ross said it best
You measure success by how many people you bless
When you left,
gotta go through
Believe me I don' seen it all, you're young talking to the old you
When haters come around look 'em down tell 'em "we don't owe you
J-STILL
Headed south without a doubt
Three Forty Seven gon burnem' out
My tires are screaming the road is hot you already know we in a drought
Maricopa
let's have the power,
stand in , you'll hit the door
bringin all down on us
would you dance some more
stays like all world
let's flow onto our shore
it, map it, we can score
it, I need three guns, and a soldier to stand
by the door wit. No bullshit, I loaded up my
lyrics and two shotties
(doesn't matter what you think)
We are just a bunch of Freaks on Fremont Street
The Beautiful Losers are here to help us thru the night
They make
And when then father opened the door, he stood open-eyed, perplexed
He froze on his feet literally
She came in without giving him any attention, snatched
up here is like you're sucking on my knob
Now little Timmy
Now give me my trophy
It's not everyday
Santa comes down
The chimney
To give your mom
patients out there waitin', the line is out the door,
(Got my patients out, dooooooor)
Here's a dose of, what you folks have been out there lookin' for...
consistent
See, my consistency is broken down into chemical compounds
And sounds shrouded in mystery
(Here's a mystery:) Is love just synapses misfiring
telly at the same time
Spread it out on different floors
And I'm gon' play lotto, for what?
Even though I ain't gon' be here tomorrow, so what
You
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