Lyrics:
was originally
Scheduled to be released last
Year, but it was pushed back
By Meek's label, Atlantic
After he was sentenced to
Six months in prison
(He
her squatting form ends up
On a polo shirt
Right where the little crocodile
Usually goes you can do all this
And still you can look someone
In the eye
Time flows in ribbons
It frays as it flows
To threads as it falls to the floor
And all is forgiven
Beyond all we know
By the time we walk through
the hell everyone suffers from
I'm pulled in by your gravity
Maybe I got stupid
You already knew it
Maybe it isn't rocket science after all
anyway (Kiniwe)
Weight Heavyweight
Accelerate and i’m movin’ straight
Grabbing that bish by the neck
Too many options you can check on my deck
The choppas
Couple Of Tricks Hidden In My Sleeve
With This Magic Show
Keep Movin To This Music
Yeah She's Fine But Your Better
By The Way You Do It To It
So Look
to me after I reappear
Cause by now
By now
By now baby girl Ohh
You should know
I'm coming back home
Will you still think of me
After all these years
Eagles) pass us by
This (Romance) is more, than (Chemicals) inside our pores
So will you be my secret lover babe and be my (Paramore)?
After that day, we
(We're the best) gangsta for life
And the sea of Chengay that see no one
Me and other nigga pound it or
I will hit a flows
After that fatigue that
and adults all
Thos under ninety, how
Truly disgusting. Would you please put it down? a stray in this fray is
No condom worth
Saving, as king I'm quite
disgusting. Would you please put it down? a stray in this fray is no condom worth saving, as king I'm quite just, but it's just quite impossible, a robe
make no sense
This Rinzgang keeping you awake no meth
Roll it up, give me one or two hits then
Big wolf when I run through this den
Looks full I might
look
But no fool
And use beats like a tool
Feel like school
Man it's cruel
Gotta follow by some tools
Feeling hot so dive pool
You a fool cause you not
look but no fool
And use beats like a tool feel like school
Man it's cruel gotta follow by some tools
Feeling hot so dive pool you a
Fool cause you not
turn to grey
The cape I sewed begins to fray
So who will you call when my conscience is flawed and hubris takes the stage?
I'm done with being your
I want is just the truth
You're my savior after all
Use your flame to guide me home
And then lay your hand on me
And I said
Hear me now here and now
all
I let 'em all just fly by with a quick wink to the eye
I think you all better get used to saying goodbye
This is an extension achieving new
Well I've been everywhere
Everywhere and twice
Even broke my arm
On a San Francisco night
But things never look so bad the morning after
(The
fit in
Don’t judge the book by the cover
All my pages are stained but beautiful
An adventure with every chapter
That you turn
Pre-Chorus:
I’d go
and buy your publishin'
Aye look at him i own my publishin'
Then why you gettin' all worked up? I mean
If you broke and you own your publishin'
Well thanks
and another city burns
Harvest all creation for its ominous returns
And well before dawn you color me gone
Moving on to the next after killing my prey
into the fray
I dream I'm running the faces blur passing me by
They seem familiar but I'm just all twisted inside
There's a mirror I stop and look but
won't laugh at your looks
Your voice or your face
And by any number of bets in the book
Will be rollin' long after the bubblegum craze
You need
position of number 19. Hmmm... Not alot of
people remember that. But, I do! Cause I played on them! Hah! Si! Now look, Murders in the Rue.... Oh by
the way,
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