Lyrics:
the horse hair
They forced in
I be in the club
Looking for a couple more of dem
Sorta like my first date
Fresher by the hullin'
I don't need your girl
Man I
Heathenistic
Killer with a vengeance
Breathing this shit
Your whole facad's punkish,
I'll make you kneel before Zod
Biblical hits, flippable kickable spits
like barber pictures
But not for the gram, the Glock in my hand
I'll put to your head and let
That thing cut like barber clippers
But since the DA be
six-string cast
And travelled through the country
Jackson, Tennessee
I didn’t meet Lou Reed
Just a bunch of reckless guys
Aimin’ up to nothin’
A bag
instincts, which
Are leaning firmly toward the other option
"All Eyes on You" "Your voice sounds
Ill, the flow sounds ill, " she says "This
Is going to get
go live it
'Cause whatever you love
Could be taken away
So live like its your dying day
Its a long way home
At the end of the road
I'll be
the new sounds, you found on your mix tape
Sipping Coca Cola, to "Lou Reed's" Lola, talkin' 'bout music and outer space
Lets go retro, Lets go retro
Talk
i went to the store, cause i was bored or something
Got a whore or something but [it's my fault]
You could be my Cinderella, I'll bring you a shoe
right
I'll tell you why I wanna fuck you every night
Maybe I'll live in your mirror forever
Fog on the glass you can call me whenever
Cause I know well
saw was some little skater kid
Come runnin by with a test tube, one of them glass ones.
Oh man, I'll check the news
And find out what the hell's
the cubicle
I don't need to peer in the mirror to feel beautiful
I don't need to peer in the mirror
Tell me
What would a man be without his fam?
What would
Ain't nobody tryna rap or play me
I'll be at they crib wit a couple hammers and a black OAV
Black gon' pay me still get the smack on Baisly
'Cause I'm
cripple me but I am blue SIP-to Lou (11:27! Scoot up)
I’ve seen to many lose to keep it damn cool!
Immune to your despise
I could never die, I walk
say you are what you eat
So I could be taking on many forms from air, land, or sea
But please, I need to get away from here
Going by experience, I think
you're a flop I be bringing the pain
Live for the rap got me going insane
Missing your shot I'm a hit with the fade
Your playing cod bah this isn't a game
This gon' be smooth real smooth, like-
It's more like it's the 70s or somethin'
Like organs on the live, piano
With a stocking cap on
It's Clae,
of the new and eternal covenant, which will be poured out for you on your journey for the quench of your thirst. Do this in memory of me.
(Salus veni Dominus
to the Lou
And got you a straight perm
You got your ass grabbed
By your Hitman, ewww
Say word But now it makes
Sense cause in the dictionary
Shine is a verb
Ain't nobody tryna rap or play me
I'll be at they crib wit a couple hammers and a black OAV
Black gon' pay me still get the smack on Baisly
'Cause I'm
on this hard work
Turn it to artwork, had to make it sound chiller than soft serve
Goldeneye, golden rods and cones
Golden dreams, I'll be makin all this
staring in these mirrors
Got me standing in the mirror
On this elevator up
On this elevator up
Had to live to learn the business
Had to get up in my
this Bugatti
Bitch, I'm bad, I'm worse, I'll pass the purp'
Don't fuck with me 'cause right now I'm higher than Captain Kirk
I swear I be the sickest
are
So live your life
(Hey, ayy, ayy, ayy)
You steady chasin' that paper
Just live your life
(Oh, ayy, ayy, ayy)
Ain't got no time for no
I'll still be by your side
Ain't no grave
Can hold my body down
My bones will rise again
And I'll come walking back to town
Oh Mr. President
You never
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