Lyrics:
than never
Placed brittle faith on filthy tongue
Slowly severed by words
Left interred as exposed souls erode
Though I'm told to expect that fate
Human
Don't turn around
Don't turn around
What's the word around
We can't take it back
No no no
Don't turn around
Don't turn around
What's the word around
Woah
Woah
Word around town
Word around town
Yeah I heard they fucking my sounds yeah
Word around town
Word around town
I heard they fucking my sounds
the window at the darkness
The boredom overtook us
And he began to speak
He said, "Son, I've made a life
Out of readin' people's faces
Knowin' what
cage
People say your love has passed me by
But I'm standing my ground
Though I'm living out on the edge of hell
Have I been swallowed by the night?
Oh
not take from me
Soul, you cannot break from me
Simple on some ABCs
Where I keep that
Inside don't peep that
Say words when I'm by myself
I don't want
endgame or revolution
The last days of a human
Get played by a computer
Bow down or execution
It's endgame or revolution
never been about the music
This a lifelong commitment with nights going by
Knowing I left it all on the field
Every single word here I promise its real
got the taste of good humor but no ice cream
It was like dat
Me talking across people into the houses
And not seeing the beings crowding around me
Yeah, it's my life
My own words, I guess
Have you ever loved someone so much
You'd give an arm for
Not the expression, no
Literally give
The cash was coming fast, money grew like grass
People hungry for the blast that don't even last
Didn't want to be involved but the money will get ya
The cash was coming fast, money grew like grass
People hungry for the blast that don't even last
Didn't want to be involved but the money will get ya
Who that in my eyes some Clampett eaten away by fungi
Another virus disease, at ease, quick to lead a strike against Haiti
When half your army in
fact in your mind
I'm tryna get by
The battle scars in my catalogue speak a thousand words
You was watching the super bowl I was forming my sound in
birthday last year
I still ain't heard it yet
By the vibes you giving off
Prolly wish that I was dead (but you my people tho)
But fuck that never again
I
They'll spend the last twenty they got to see a bitch twerking (Twerking!)
How you turnt up in these clubs and you know that yo pockets are hurting?
You
cottage surrounded by a colorful, looked-after garden.
The Old Gardener is sitting between the plants, speaking to them tenderly and respectfully.
Edward
$hort, don't say it tonight, beeatch
It started on a bright morning in 1987
I was in my drop-to Caddy y'all
Gettin sucked by a bitch named Helen
Nasty
pastor holding down
Fast forward, taking names, rap whore, making beats fast for being new master
Fuck man, that's harsh, suck it up, last words?
News
clout
To get them lil likes on IG
This ain't for the weak hearted
Ain't for scared
This ain't for the people who ain't Like me
I need folks by side
a gangsta back at it
'Cause I'm the last of the Dons, goddamn it
I hear ya talking, but I don't cater to the chit-chat
But when I see you in the streets I got
will be mourned by their families and friends; they will be mourned by the nation; they will be mourned by the people of the world; they will be mourned
declare
Divine protection. Apostles are God sent and in our generation. They may be tempted by force and greed
The word of God is key to everything one
tummy
Don't ask how
There was a woman who died
By getting trampled by a cow
Now
When people ask me how I rap this fast
And how I remember all the words I
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