Lyrics:
"above", the question still remains
Are we still in love and is it possible we feel the same?
And that's when going "under" starts to take my wonder
But
the safest
On the radio, shoutout Nephets
Did it off the love, but I gave 'em faces
(Oh)
Close that backdoor, I can't get snaked out by my homie (no, no,
Bit asked if I'm alright
I'm high as Hell yeah!! the shit I'm seeing out of sight
Despite the fact I might ride this beat to tonight
Butters tryna
Run mother fucker better run from me
Back now for the city with the cutlery
Bow down if you never had no love for me
Stretch out got no pitty better
Kwon, and Josh I don't care who else fuck with me
Man I started at the bottom when I'm up they up with me
Lot of nights I spent staying up drinking Pink
wiling
That was something I ain't proud of so what do I do about it
Pride is out of the question so i'ma figure it out
Cuz I know that love is real we go
of DB Cooper?
I got pulled over by an old state trooper
I met a girl, her name was Jade
She cut my face with a razor blade
Yeah, I screamed out in
nothing ever came out his mouth
Then he started crying, balling, falling, I was concerned
I said what’s wrong Josh, are you ok, what is the matter
Why you
To fall out my zone
Yeah I blow to every gone
And when the box run out
I'm blowing out my bowl
Catch whiffs go and sniff that breeze
When I light up me
They want you for your money
Bitches, pajamas
Bitches in pajamas
Quarter after five about to start the daily grind
Getting out a bowl of my favorite soup
the top
She's got a body like an hourglass, that's ticking like a clock
It's a matter of time before we all run out
When I thought he was mine, she
got robbed at Cat's? (Who?)
Try coming down on them trains lad
You get sent home on them tracks (don't run, don't run)
J_emz took that triple out
not run
Better not run
Better slow down
Better slow down
Better slow down
(Step by step by step by step)
(All you need is some company
Love makes you
couches
That's game nigga blouses
Rollin up the herb I need my dutches by the thousands
I got a bad drinking habit
N I'm tryna chill out
Yea tryna chill
out
I tell ya that (love's gonna get you, love's gonna get you)
Because a lot of people out here
They say, "I love my car" or "I love my chain"
have to suffer anymore, I'm walking right out of that door
Run to a shelter, run to a friend
Better run for my life before it comes to an end
Run
possibly stop it
I love gold like hoes love molly
Buddy ass choked
He sold he sorry
Laid with a blonde
She's hot she's barbie
Going out west Kanye Omari
I'm
a habit (Is a habit)
And you ain't taken it from me I gotta have it (Gotta have it nigga)
I was always taught by any means (By any means)
Grind out
And I’m sick of saying that I’m sorry to you
You don’t love me in the way that you think you do
You are the smoke Josh is blowing out of the windows
negligence my heart got cut in half
You gon let a lame nigga fuck and then you'll get my point
Know an old head from the block he like Josh, you wanna hit
to speak or look around
Your gloves and fan are on the ground
We're getting out of town
We're going on the run
And you're the one I want to come
Not
Runaway love (ooh)
Runaway love (ooh)
Runaway love (runaway love)
Now little Lisa is only nine years old
She's tryin' to figure out why the world is
need to front
(Still) Buyin' them meal deals out of Tesco
Cunt still takin' my time to make
My rhymes real fly
And I still love the sunrise in the sky
thing remains
your love never fails, it never gives up
it never runs out on me
Your love never fails, it never gives up
it never runs out on me
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