Lyrics:
to beach
Bring the ice
I got the drizzy baby
U spending the night
Turn the speakers up
Catch a vibe
U create a perfect picture
By my side
Soul of my life
down to twenty, that's how many wrecks I see there every day
Caused by the girl wearing nothing but a smile
And a towel in the picture on the billboard
wind calls
By and by, again, the morning sun will rise
But the darkness never goes from some men's eyes
(Well I know)
It strolls the sidewalk and it
Intro:
Here comes international Grime artist, Eyez,
It’s Eyez, man
I don’t box like Dillian Whyte
But I’ve got boxes if you’re dealing with white
Some Haggard and George Jones
Mr. DJ
Could you please play
A real country song
I miss that station I grew up on
W.S.M.
When it was real,
or if you ahead of me
I just hope I, leave a great legacy
Yeah, ay ay, ay
Tell a whole story by painting a picture
Different colours by creating
to take em home
I hop up in the car and whip like Indiana Jones
Going George Lucas now I'm outchea killing clones
Coming in strong like
Tear it down
Tear
and we're startin' in the megamix
Question, and that's if only I can ask this question
Can I? (Yes you can!)
Why do people think just because we speak
I'm the boss don't you ever come try it
Hair painted red but he didn't dye it
Jones
Part I: What If This Storm Ends?
What if this storm ends and I don't see you
As you are now, ever again?
A perfect halo of gold hair and lightning
trill, workin' the wheel, understand nigga?
I smother and split a bitch down to the tendon
High pressure, if you don't break your ass bendin'
I'm way past
If the game is lost then we're all the same
No one left to place or take the blame.
We will leave this place an empty stone
Or this shinning ball
fold
Yeah that's big facts
When the push comes to shoving we handle that
Listen up
If you ever need somebody
Call me I'ma be right by you
You can count
the norm
I'm gonna take the world by storm, just give this one listen more
If you ain't pick up what I said, you ain't really about it
This ain't slinging
if you don't respect
You know I'm from the 3rd bitch
You gone by casualty bitch
I'ma soldier
(mia x)
Rounding up my soldiers
Scooping up my warriors
And when I'm rollin' by
Niggas can't see me
The stares of a million pairs of eyes
And you'll never realize
You can't see me
Been gettin' word that
And when I'm rollin' by
Niggas can't see me
The stares of a million pairs of eyes
And you'll never realize
You can't see me
Been gettin' word that
they perfect, ain't they?
Track' tinted, if they pull us over, they gon' search it, ain't they?
Shit, I know them hoes probably up in the party
I be hangin in Harlem and
My shit is for real here
If you battle L you picked the wrong head
I smash mics like cornbread
You can't kill me I was born
Yeah I'm a ten
Give you a taste of what you had before
I'm a post this picture make you wish I was yours
Pose for the camera flick yeah
Bomb ass
crushing George Floyd's neck
And yet I'm the threat, raw in a Metallica tee
Skater jeans and anything else that ain't blacker than me
So in the middle
quite over mine
And I’m over sleepin’ by the phone for a come on over call
Shadow stains of picture frames painted all over the wall
And I’m far from
made by Quincy Jones
Leave a message by the beep and I still won't come to the phone
I just made an easy 50 simply running through a show
Aye please
two new ones
When they plastered those dip-shit's Dylan
Klebold and Eric Harris'
Pictures on the front of every
Newspaper don't be surprised if
Every
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