Lyrics:
Corruption on the move on the soil of a bed frame
Standing all alone like a child without a last name
Come up on the hill, see a better view
You can
buzz my head
Ceiling fan broken, there's a heat in my bed
Street band playing "Nearer My God to Thee"
We met at the station where the mission bells
In a dream with a new look
Snatched up by a cloud, I'm sparring with a big clown
Might forget about myself when I'm awake, yeah
I'm a menace
Boy
We sat by the fireside
We talked all day and night
We watched the sunrise
Up on a hill side
I never knew someone who
I could spend my life with
I
a little Cain, raise a bunch of kids
Do it like my daddy did, like his daddy did, oh-oh
Dryin' all our clothes in the fresh air
Go down by the creek, just
up sometimes in the night
And realize you're gone
And then I toss upon my bed
And wait for day to come
I try to tell my lonely heart
It must go
Haus
That nigga nice
Baby, can you make it hot for me?
Take you to my bed, better not be scared, you know what it is
In my bed making memories
every single toy
And I will go to bed soon
And I'll open my eyes to see
A big pile of toys in a bag
And I bet that the tag says that
They're all for me
be killed
Life too real, it's not no drill
With all of this skill, I'm king of the hill
I'll give you the spill, but I need a fill
Like double my cup
It’s cold in our sleeping bags
And I know the warmth is coming back
I can see the sun rise in the distance
All over the hills clouds are rolling over
did
Only in my heart
Only in my head
Only in my dreams
Lust made in my bed
You ain't drink all of your love
Now tell me who do you trust
Ya heart it
sound?
Tell by your hugs that you're sticking around
Jump in my arms now you kissing me now
I can tell that my Mommma's real
Ha
I love you
Sweet
runs my day
And the first star out at night
By God, I'm gonna climb that hill
If it takes, ev'ry bit of my my might
In the morning the early summer
a present
These people copied and edit
They all the same
My place it's stamped and embedded
It got my name
So don't you sleep on my greatness
Don't you
socialise
and the media we're conditioned by
but i bare in mind, I'm not hypnotised
I cant lie, with me is where the real blame lies
dont want to be
And fuck niggas gonna lose a lot
Knock knock nigga, come feel the drama
If the bed low I'mma stack the crown
Up the contraband in between my gun
Before
In Salt lake city, Joe says I, in standing by my bed
"They framed you on a murder charge"
Says Joe "but I ain't dead"
Says Joe "but I ain't dead"
only by the acapella of my heartbeat and having to learn how to dance in the descent
Grateful that repent isn't on the top of my to-do list
And as I fall
the casket, buried by dig
Big chop on me, young nigga get hit
We feeling like Zeus' we fill him with lead
Same cost as my crib got your bitch in my bed
Got
DOLLROT
Solid clump of cancerous cells,
Pissing fear: a mental hell,
Engorged inflamed infected cock,
Stench of nausea cum blood in a sock.
My
Listening in tandem
To a sorrow of forgotten hills
One solitary smile to goad these woes and wiles
To help me see the day
I'll happily throw away
This
creases on your bed
Unfinished books, your words inside my head
With the wheel in my hand, I will follow 'round these curves
Through the comfort of these
get in
The pleasant bed that my love laid in
How can you say it's a pleasant bed
Where nowt lies there but a factory maid?
A factory lass although
mans
Check my numbers, I ain't average
Millionaire by 16, I ain't average
More of a singer, I don't do Drill
But I can turn into a savage
My little
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