Lyrics:
your lights with a plastic bag
You'll be a drooling fuck
I'll kill every inhabitant
And call it a Dead Island
This ain't Raccoon City, bitch
Yet I
times it's me, myself and Irene
We stay smokin' through the night wake up, do some Tai Chi
Homie can't you see I'm chillin, please don't fuck up my Chi
and what it taste like
Pull up to your crib, on the late night
Pull up to your crib, on the late night
Every single day, I do this so easy
Hop in the box
working for the universe
I wake up and start my shift
I'm over timing
It don't exist
You talking But you don't know
Shhh
Silence is the key my friend
cars by the date
So fuck what you heard, I'm the man girlfriend
Pullin' up in racecars, this nigga just got a Benz
He on 106 New Joint, I'm on MTV Big
every time you come by to kick it
And I open up the door you bring her cranky ass with you
Influencing your decisions I can't even get a minute
Without
of Partisans from… on each of those posts, those lampposts. There was a big sign, a big painting up on the wall, I think it was like a poster, just down by where
through this ocean
air is getting thick
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i can burn and divide this moment
i can split let it then explode
dont u know what the time is made up of but
on my waist
I might waste some money
But by time, I don't play
I can't spend a night
I'm busy gettin' to my
Early morning hustle
When I wake up, watch
[Intro: see-Murder]
Tytanic, let's wake 'em up, ya heard?
Yeah, it's real out here
Killa block notch, wit' the ODB
NYC, CP-3, nigga, what?
Let
from bein' victimized by oversized bitches',
Plus the police was itchin' in closer by the minute, so I rolled out my dick in a
Split second decision,
We could've had a son or a daughter by now how did we manage to fuck that up?
Cardigans, split ends, the dead skin our lips our history, slipped from
soul was up for sale
Here me out
This is my testimony
I got multiple identities
Jesus help me please
Split personality, sinful by nature but saved at 23
Lights up on Washington Heights, up at the break of day
I wake up and I got this little punk I gotta chase away
Pop the grate at the crack of dawn
every night
To spin my broken world
They string me up until the colours are drained
The days and the nights fly away out of sight
One blink, I miss it all
So I was just cooling by the lake
Laid up under a tree
Phone in my hand just jotting some shit down
Some inspiration and I look over
And I saw you
hat, cuz my locs is packin' (POW!)
It's money over bitches, money is the motive, I gotta make the quota
Hit my plug up, he sold me a cruiser, stopped by
where my heart is
Never again
I had to tell her that we're better as friends
I never messaged again
Every message I send, ends up in a group chat
exists
And by the end of the day
We all insist
That I don't know how I'll feel about this in the morning
I don't know how I'll feel when I wake
I don't
somethin' make sure you hear it right
Don't make a ass outta yourself, by assumin'
Our music keeps you movin' what are you provin'?
You know that I'm two
that's my shooter
Roi stay by my side, so we move as a unit
Bitch tune it
Woke up in palace
I had to wake just to get it
This phase is just part
changed up on me yeah I noticed
Every day I wake up soakin' in the moment
Washin' all my demons yeah I'm holy ghostin'
Ride it out now I'm steppin' past
autum-wind knows
what I need to do, where I need to go
sighs hoist leaves tenderly
whispers welcome me in reverie
every
Fall day
Fall night
the wind breathes
to have to be the one to say that it's over
I don't know why we wake up here
In this hell we built out of hate and fear
All the space in the world couldn't
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