Lyrics:
the lust
You fuckin' your stomach up drinkin' that 'Tuss
I met the plug out in LA, Charlie Sheen
He brought me Yao Ming, took him straight to Gandine
a place where the
path has led me.”
NARRATOR
The man from the country called
Emptiness shouted, tearing his
flesh, mutilating his breath:
MAN FROM
and had no ears
And he sucks at driving, claims his vehicle never steers
To look cool he hangs with 17 year old girls, got em roped
But as it turns out, by
across their shoulders and then the kerosene
Is brought down from the castles by insurance men who go
Check to see that nobody is escaping to Desolation
to death
I brought you from the projects
And I'm a take you to the top of the globe so let's go (change numbers and go)
Uh huh yeah, uh (now girl I
to death
I brought you from the projects
And I'm a take you to the top of the globe so let's go (change numbers and go)
Uh huh yeah, uh (now girl I
I'm surrounded by liars
Think I'm talking to a wire
I know they singing like a choir
Tryna make me retire
You get highered then fired
I don't ever
been brought here
Manacled, beaten by your own people.
Do you have the first idea why you deserve it?
Listen King of the Jews,
Where is your kingdom?
with my dog
It is a critical call
You kno ima pick you up
Case the event that you fall
God forbid for us all
Delivered from evil
He give me a boost in
your dignity, and pied the piper
Shot by a sniper, Donal Draper
Split you in half like a piece of paper
Look at all my words just before I lay it
need, all they want (yeah, uh-uh, uh, yeah)
Take it from me, no, you can't, no, you don't (uh, look)
Nigga, money on my mind more than half the time
about tonight is I got you here by my side
I lay down and close my eye, but anxiety is where I reside
All I want to know is how does everyone feel safe
the mirror and see who my idol is
And yeah, I want to stack c-notes like an octave, I'm a choir kid
Ms. Bruno would call me T-Money
Man, looking back life is
a shot, you can show me where he missed at
Tryna show you where I'm from, tryna kickback
I'm tryna kickback
Girl you look good I'm tryna know you some more
throne again (Hold up)
I'm mad (he mad) , but I ain't stressing, noo
True friends, one question
Tell me, where you when I was walking?
Now I run the game,
the barn doors are open, the crossbar is hanging in the wind.
So the devils sing tired, “Oh just look at what you're doing,”
Yeah, he's joined by a choir
you drove me to and from work
A month from checking in, that's how fast your ruin occurred
A month and week after your birthday, the day after Mama's
isn't me in the mirror
Just the ghost of paths I've taken
Fork in the road where the two shall meet
Both come to same defeat
Ain't no sermon left
and screaming coming from my trunk
He said, teenagers there's bullet holes everywhere
I yell yeah they brought it to the gun state fair
They thought it'd be funny
be free indeed
He brought me out of that miry clay
Look around at all the giants been slain
Finding my strength as I'm climbing by faith
I believe that
the day
Change my number from eight to twenty four, call me Kobe
Might hit the wax on Tuesday then hit the Platinum on Friday
Where nobody know me (Nobody)
manacled, beaten
By your own people do you have the first idea
Why you deserve it? Listen, king of the Jews
Where is your kingdom?
Look at me, am I a Jew?
I
paper
That is beneath me
You squeaking by
Call you squeaky
I’m on this shit
Making a living
My future look bright
And yalls is dimming
See what I say
and let the king explore
Describe me, the kid's nice and he holds swords
And his name, black attack's the nerve like migraines
With more games than beggars
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