Lyrics:
anyway
Truth is the new hate speech anyway
Babylon gonna fall anyway
All that bs, just let go
Just talk less cause you gotta do more
Just do you but you
big boy in the big city
Shout out, five burroughs, the upper state, just ride with me
Now come drink on this bottle, and smoke out on this kush
Now
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But I wanted you to know we're in the process of giving out some very sizable
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like a rape, it's more
Like an easily functionally done manipulation
Set out to trick the children with treats
The puppeteer pulls his strings and acts
Day by day it's more impossible to cope
I feel like I'm the one that's doing dope
Can't keep a steady hand because I'm nervous
Every Sunday morning
Day by day it's more impossible to cope
I feel like I'm the one that's doing dope
Can't keep a steady hand because I'm nervous
Every Sunday morning
respect
Unto men, we reciprocate your respect
Shout out to women who still summit to their men
Big ups to good men, shame on bad men
Bor bor bor bor boys
There's little more to say about it
In the hall below
There was a letterbox too small to hold a letter
There was an electric bell
But it could not make
them, Cowgirl
Bed ridden
Yeah sinning
Head spinning with our live set
And guys blinded by rep
Kinda wish that I was less driven
I won't fall
I'm
tipping in forty-four
Andy the boy less talkin big t shirt got my forty-four
Shawty want to come back over cause she seen man them in four by four
046
Day by day it's more impossible to cope
I feel like I'm the one that's doing dope
Can't keep a steady hand because I'm nervous
Every Sunday morning
Of listening to the sound of my tears
(Turn around) every now and then I get a little bit nervous
That the best of all the years have gone by
(Turn around)
wit dem
No more 'cause we rough ridin'
Get it out ya head now
LOX is back now
Show a little love now
Pump it in the club now
No we ain't, wit dem
No
fish I prayed to the Gods
And it rained on us Lunch
Dame's wanna bang on the bus now
Beauty gave me brains till I bust
But I'm feelin way out of touch
and
Nicki argued over that night in the studio
But they are part of a larger texture
No more or less important than
Anything else confessional
Wounding songs
Disguise
You tried to cover that shit up by acting like you was supporting me out can't deny
I knew that shit was a lie
I wrote this part for the boys in
been on my mind
I just wanna get a little time
Can I get a little peace and quiet
Fast forward I ain't heard of Jack in a minute
Surrounded by fake
out of you)
You'll get popped poppin' all that shit you pop (little motherfuckin' midget)
Hailie'll whip your motherfuckin' ass
That's right,
Singing songs more soothing than
Bed Bath & Beyond
No, I deserve my skin scorched
Skies made of skulls
Sasquatches made of fire, as I
Fall into a gulch,
so they fall out
Whip, double roof, dog barkin' on the dog house
And I gotta give 'em the Lyt
My people in the struggle, I gotta give 'em a fight
Ain't
can't trust not a
Soul inside these streets
I made a video out there in Copenhagen
So the homies can see
To let 'em know it's more
Than just Pamela Lee
man on Mars
Big me saying "bro you gonna die there"
Little me said "do it look like care?"
I’d care less
Count stars not sheep
I couldn’t give a damn
"I'm gonna fall, break my neck"
"Oh get on by man, I'm gonna get out your way, I'm in the street"
"I'm tryin' to walk here, y'all runnin' these damn
But the old man strongly clung to the wall
Because he was afraid to get out and to fall.
So the spirit touched his heart with its hand.
It took him by
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