Lyrics:
'm Mariana Trench
And thinkin', holdin' my breath, until I feel 3-2 like Wretch
Until my last bastard breath
I'ma cut man down on a barberous flex
Who
half a Vicodin, why can't I?
All systems ready for take off, please stand by
Sometimes I feel so alone, I just don't know
Feels like I been down
and blow trial
You catch cal when you browse through my X-files
Who be next now?
Man's down, hands down
Hold ground by yo side when it go down
I dedicate
"Under the
Cherry Moon" And I was there
That's how I look
At it like this shit just went down
You see the mastery that
I'm surrounded by? How
On earth am I
I get Texas Chainsaw Massacre
You will get Freddy Krueger part 6 and
Final Destination part 3
Trust me I'll push your wig back
This ain't a fair clash
feel very comfortable, you're sinking into the chair, we're relaxing, one [long fart], and we're coming down to zero a
Gary phelps: oh my god, uh...yes,
your sister to the bar
One, two!
I'm knocking on your door
Three, four!
I know you want some more
Five, six!
Pour a glass of MIST TWST
Seven, eight!
Dust
the dead lines with embalming fluid, aye!
I hope you feel the vibe I'm on (Yeah)
Cause I'm about to soar and take the world by storm (Hello)
Bebelino is
to show you love every time I reload
Think of you every time I speak though
Thoughts by the kilo, I had to listen to see those
Who matter the most, feel
And now I wonder why (and now I wonder why)
I lost you
I'm losing track of time
Feels like I can't rewind
I must be out of time
I'm losing track of time
tonight, Alright, alright
‘Cause it’s time to feel the rush
To push the dangerous
I’m gonna run right to, to the edge with you
Where we can both fall, far
number one
(banging on the elevator door)
Hey! Let?s track ?em down!
KWIRK
Hey, what?s that sound on the elevator?
(The crowd breaks out yelling!)
a call
To stop on a rap that I lead, so I pause
I give you 5, 4, 3, 2, 1
If that ain't enough, sit down till we're done
Syndicate scorned, you act
're leaving me no choice, but to raise these three kids all by myself
I will not wait for you
A gift
To come home
I threw the candles out
Left your food
(Young Dreadz'll get you high)
I got the over the shoulder look pat down
Ah me that the boy wan' track down (ay)
Whole squad pulled up so they
down, say
Gimme some rhythm baby loosen up my collar (rhythm)
I'll lay you out, like a funeral parlor
Ready willin', fillin', killin' for a billin',
down, say
Gimme some rhythm baby loosen up my collar (rhythm)
I'll lay you out, like a funeral parlor
Ready willin', fillin', killin' for a billin',
sequential
It's essential, you listen, I drive, you a pedestrian
They bless me on the track cuz I attack wit' the estrogen
Rhyme against the best a men,
locomotive
I'd come whistling down your track, crashing in your door
Wish I was a freight train, baby
Wish I didn't have a heart
You need a shovel for
blunt wraps and has a murky
Claustrophobic atmosphere
Like what I imagine it must
Feel like to be aboard a submarine, albeit
One with a bar stocked with
you down just to prove it
Three layers deep, still keep my dreams lucid
Third eye blind till I ate a few shroomies
Then by the third time I was trippin
spazzing on tracks like I do it every season
Feel like Trae Young when I walk in the door bitch I'm a demon
I'm a devil I'm a monster Imma show you what I
I'm bussin' down the door
Cause I'm filthy on the track and on the floor
Ohh
Feel me, yea I gotta let 'em know
Cause she feel me and she not gon' let me
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9
It's the ten wife commandments
I wrote me a manual
A step-by-step booklet for you to get
It's the ten wife commandments
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