Lyrics:
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Grave to find where I went wrong
Everything I love is dead and gone
Every night I sing this dead man’s song
I got hell on a trigger
Got a bottle of Jack
Hair trigger, walk up closer, ain't no Photoshoppin'
Friends bipolar, grab you by your pockets
No option if you froze up, always play the offense
Everyone is in your order
No one is valuable
To love or hate
There is no limit, no before
No after
It's all yours
Choose what you want
No one can hunt you
I'm completely 'round your finger
Say the word
I'll pull the trigger
I'd jump out a plane
Rob a train
I'm certifiably insane
For you baby
This is
would learn from me
In a way that they're empowered by what i taught them
It is impossible, to share the experience of clarity
How's life? everything
dollars
Came up in the hood, and her daddy was a robber
But she a lil' bougie, prima donna
It's a persona, she love eatin' Cava
She rockin' Prada, she
by like years
Till now on the stroke of midnight
Cold on the stroke of midnight
The tip of her finger touched it
The trigger at least was hers
and mine
Ooh, girl I love you so
That's why I always fuck you slow
All these little hoes they come and go
She was just a flame, went up in smoke
And I told
of triggers
Take a look in the mirror
Love the fucking picture
Got the potion perfect mixture
Prozach scripture
Winner with the middle finger
Make em Dance
Make
unless we get violent
Wildin', this is for my niggas that smoke weed
Live life by the day, count the proceed
Blow it back, blowin' cash in the OZ
fucked with Mitchy Slick down in Daygo
Young General these niggas gotta spray for
You fuck around and catch 20 out this Range Ro'
Mane that beef shit is
a trophy, You can be my homie
Love me by my lonely, Only I control me.
Thought id only see myself in the mirror.
Baby lookin in your eyes I see me clearer.
gone as far as asking if I could get with her
I just play love by ear and hope she gets the picture
I'm shooting for her heart, got my finger
gone as far as asking if I could get with her
I just play love by ear and hope she gets the picture
I'm shooting for her heart, got my finger
and strained in the darkness and the hours crawled by like years!
Till, now, on the stroke of midnight,
Cold, on the stroke of midnight,
The tip of one finger
a mannequin
Making no moves at all (Hey)
Its quiet in Auto-Pilot
No cruise control (No cruise control)
So stealthy underneath
Can’t help the Skulduggery (Can't
on! (I swear!) My trigger-finger's itchy, but my carpel tunnel was gone it was written and rippin' problems like water flowin' in humbles.
I'm workin'
Living in paranoia on the defense
Or taking the chance of being
Gunned down one day
So who's pulling the trigger
Who's calling the shots?
Who is it that's
crew's vagina, you and your co-signer
Nigga, we rollin in eight and a halfs, TV's in the dash
Three G's in the stash, see we love the cash
No coke, then
300 Lexuses
And the sex is for summer sports
Passports for drug transports to remote resorts
Bitches with Donna Karan "Catwoman" suits, matchin
thousand miles an hour
I fly though the either
I'm high up in the sky
Look how little thee Earth
It's a comet its a rocket
It's my middle finger
I'm falcon
You don't have to say you're sorry
To look on further down the line
Into the sun
Too close at heaven
Love is fine
But you can't hold it like a...
I know you're toting chrome
Trigger finger never letting go
Pressure got you blowing strong
Only thing to balance out the lows
Thumb and index by
handcuffed, he got his finger on his trigger asking me for I.D
Nigga, fuck the police
Can't believe I'm in a fight for my life cause they choking me and I can't
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