Lyrics:
myself just to Haunt you
Better hide when my guns Pop
And fuck your retarded
Sun block
I'll take the rays from Steve Irwin
And knock you harder
Than
Fresh, like it's out of the can
Garments, they come from Japan
Don't get a tan
I'm talkin' heat like the sun
Cartridges come with the gun
It's like we do
than her fishnets
Lighters getting bic'd by this pyro for a quick sec
You said you wanted fire in your life well come and get some
It's coming through
to the niggas that's turning it out
And maybe then, I'll take the gun barrel out of your mouth
Knowledge from one generation to another, perserve
and then
God Hates Gucci
And
He don't wear Louie
Don't love guns
Guess who yours truly
Young Tim Duncan
With a bun in the oven
Jimmy and Chrissy
We was kissin
Havana Syndrome
God Hates Gucci
And
He don't wear Louie
Don't love guns
Guess who yours truly
Young Tim Duncan
With a bun in the oven
Jimmy
sleep
The faces they creep
And they dance in your dreams
I'm a carcinogen
And I'm far from the end
I just picked up the pen
You all playing pretend
While
here, yeah
You tell me not to move with my gun
But we got more funeral homes than schools where I'm from
And on the news all you view is homicides
Get up on your feet, get up on your feet
Woke up this morning with joy in my mouth
And love on my lips (ayy)
Nothing's too much for a child
here from Georgia
Everyone said I had talent I could write
Nashville's where the money is
They all said my songs are out of sight
So I caught a bus in
to get bullied
Until I heard radicals, the last part got to me
See, I used to give a fuck until my cock would bleed
Now I'm the happiest I think I
to me
Being in each minute
I'm an old guy nearly 60
Probably not too cool
I got a buddy Noam Chomsky who's an old guy too
I asked him about plots for
a warning[00:35.38]She get hit from the side in the morning[00:37.53]Fight my demons they start swarming[00:39.29]Life is better when I'm snoring[00:41.27]Stupid bitches
children running
As the sun creep in and glow
That’s real happiness yeah
I hope I can get that
I know that you got feathers aye
Look like you fell from
hear the car running
Tip the door man, so you know I got a gun in
Promoter already paid my money
I'mma make it rain on sugar and honey
Bigga baby
die in... CALI
A lot of sun in cali
I keep a gun in cali
So watch your tounge in... CALI
Cause you'll get done in cali.
[Verse 3:]
I'm from the Bay,
some Wockhardt, I get the pouring, I'm in the studio bae, I'm recordin'
Play with me, your life gets shortened , all my clothes are super foreign
On my
that Paulie did that
Used Key gold digging ass to get back
Text him through her phone, found out where he live at
She woke up in the morning like, I
laughing
On 83, by 82, would've been 81
In the 80's they made money by hustling anyone
79 flows, got 78 more
I think I got around 77 songs that I wrote
It's
Medical evidence shown she couldna shot the gun
It's time for her to see the sun from the other side
Time for her daughter to be by her mother's side
Time
alive
but when the sun came up next morning well the six had turned to five
And I said, right there's another one, don't you frown,
Chew the meat
without your love?
i've stared at the sun
back to top
living in the red
these days, are so pell mell
toss me some sleep will you find me down deep
in
heads up, little leap-way little more time
Some kind of radar system locked in on love
I got a feeling by the time the night finds the morning
I'm gonna
to start anew
Let's take the morning off, I've got some plans for you
Making love by the moon can be mighty fine
But when the sun rises, so do I
So if
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