Lyrics:
3, 2, 1
what, what, what man turn that down...
gimme five more minutes...
five more minutes...
What time is it?
i'm tired man
11:59 already
Wake up
to outer space and shoot around some pink coloured laser beams
Ignore limits and gimmicks as seconds turn to minutes
For every minute you stall could be your
to fall
Afraid to fall
You try to decide, second guessing every time
Always hurt to try, so afraid of getting burned
Don't let it pass you by, this could be
and pretend like nothing's different this month
That by the time they pull the trigger there's no chance to fight
I think I'm doomed to always be the girl
But we found underground
Produce a natural sound
Plus we use area to get around
That’s why nias be gettin’ clowned
Thinking that they got it locked down
Dancing on the moon
Fall asleep inside my grasp
Fight a war for you
Beg to god please let this last
Turn me on again
Run your hands around my waist
Pretty
dash when I turn that
You don’t be having to wait, you just be f****** anybody, call it a breeze, play for the Saints.
I don’t want to fall right back
please
Don't do this to me
It's my final plea
Just give me the chance
One last dance
Remember when we met, yeah
I was real depressed, yeah
You were looking
exit
Been a while since u last texted
Time's just required for some ecstasies
(Say say say)
I'm supposed to be happy
Get away from this crappy
Turn it
still alive
Yea they mad at it cuz I'm back at it
Back trapping back rapping
Show nuff i'm the only one spitting fire
Feeling like the last dragon
Name
Cold chance of snow
Got the snow? let it go
It's getting cold up in here, turn on the heat let it blow
Hang the stockings just right
Get tucked in
It's been a hard year, y'all
Let's see if we can turn this mother back around
Or at least break that fall
It's coming up fast if we don't work it out
skies turn to grey
The regret falls and the dead arise
Every mind I followed, seeks to think and pain begins
At every moonlight no sorrow
Life turns
figure out what's making all these teardrops fall down
Is it the cold or just the pain from last night's fallout?
Thoughts in my head, she and her friends
Yeah, (yeah), yeah
I don't like taking chances, I like fucking hoes I already know
(Yeah), yeah, (yeah), yeah
Gave into my thoughts, I can't
of Emilia-Romagna. It’s a warm September morning and the piazza is crowded with people, watched over by the lofty bell tower of the 12th century Basilica of San
[Starang]
Starang forever like Wu Tang my crew brings drama
Hangin your ass upside down by ya shoe strings
Smoke tell em how we doin this
the exit so I had to get off
Roll down the Window
Get rid of that work dog
Fuck around crashed
Had to update the fin dog
I learned from the L
Bounced
the Devil be whispering
Slugs flying by me I hear them, they whistling, that was a close call
Stand up nigga so I won't fall
My teacher told me I would
have her singing the classical
Give me a bag
Imma get me a mask and go
I just learned a new method
Turn around bae let me bless it
I just put 10 in
of this intergalactic show, emperor of all known and unknown worlds, the no one knows more than I do about anything, mr grab em by the pussy, president,
dead
I told her I'm her worst nightmare
This is hell, you don't ever gotta fight fair
My spirit floats around in the night air
Or in your day
to be defeated
By some freak mix of Shady friends
Who may try to make this beef stick
But any chance that my foot wont' snap off
Into their greasy ass,
lying
Fucking see why they call this bullshit a "relationship"
Ships sink, and you know it's love
As soon as you fall in it, 'cause shit stinks
And it
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