Lyrics:
cake I know my bread long
Link up with the trap brother
Im mister Fuck your mother
Wipe Me Down bitch, not no cover
The way I lift it up I'm undercovers
the greatest alive
I stay grateful for life
Why don't you help yourself?
Why you takin your time?
You keep takin your time
You should make up your mind
Self
me is everything that is next to die
Wouldn't let my plug talk, express Ali's grind
Open up the gates to DH, they won't be kind
Just make up your damn
makes a difference day by day so I gotta stay
Paid, no doubt, day in and day out
This life is like a vicious cycle called fightin' to live
No matter
home with this song
and it is called wake me up
because I was really pissed it is quite silly, bear that in mind
I should ink my skin
With your
it up)
Gon' get in line, baby, slut up your mind (fuck it up, fuck it up)
It's a brand new season, I'm a righteous heathen
I take on the challenge
not mind it only makes the chase more fun
When I catch up you bitches are fucked I'm taking your arms and legs you're done
Hope you called for help
fell asleep in democracy
And woke up to fascist reality
Well, good mornin'!
Selfish little pig
Your abuse makes me sick
Cut off your greedy little
Sweet child, with a bright mind
You were born on such a dark night
And my friend, your glory days
Will fade with his last breath
Sweet child, you
to me
Yeah, my theory is…
Your lying to me, your lying to me, all because huh…
The scriptures gave me mo’ knowledge than college, college
I said,
it's hard to wake up in the morning
Mind full of demons
I don't wanna hear them anymore
Got me heartbroken, fine
So many babies screaming
Cause they
it's hard to make a song
How you want it with us and half of your artists got make-up on?
Every magazine I open, you on your knees takin' prayer
rather sit up by my lonely
I don't wanna be a burden, check my social fake bitches
I don't give a fuck about your plans or who the fuck you know
Lurkin'
Close your eyes dig deep into your mind
Imagine you's an old man at age 79
Sitting in a rocking chair, dog by your feet
Gray hair, poor hearing,
your back to playing hacky sack with my mind
But it doesn't make it easier for me to find
Why I'm having such a harder time
I mean
What do I gotta do
love it
You like it, I love it
Where the homegirl Rapsody at?
I need you to speak your mind real quick, loved one!
Let me talk my Stu Scott,
the chair, square
Sleep with me, you came here, war with me is scary
Get beat silly tryna lamp here, better bring your theory heat
I got a drop damp here,
the chair, square
Sleep with me, you came here, war with me is scary
Get beat silly tryna lamp here, better bring your theory heat
I got a drop damp here,
mind that road
Don't tell me you ain't feeling me
Not too many make it out
The place of constant misery
Hit your line again
I hope you pick up do it
Talk about me trash my name in every single sentence
I don't give a fuck man
You don't make a difference
I know you got a ghost writer up in your
went insane
Turned the boat into a prison
Sold to gypsies on Thanksgiving
At motels we make a living
Day by day, we take in guests
Entertain with honest
Don't never play with my damn money
That's the quickest way to get your ass kilt
I fuck her raw I lost my mind
Got more bodies than my damn self
Lost
theory––no one really knew what the fuck was going on in her head and how to prescribe anything to help––but the one theory she wound up taking the most
God sent wit not a cent to my name that's nonsense... here wit a knot full of wit hoping for cents in a knot... hope that don't tie your sense in
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