Lyrics:
regrets just lookin like a middle finger
Split your mind in to two but still not considered a wig splitter
She came and took my kids thought she was
riding range
Or Ferrari top down, screaming, "Money ain't a thang!"
Tell me when I change, girl, but only when I change
Cause I live this shit for real,
(Chorus) [ZAYOF2MRW]
Same old plotline running through my head,
Story untold all told through the messages we sent,
Used to leave her heart on read.
(Words and Music by Joan Baez)
It's walking to the battleground that always makes me cry
I've met so few folks in my time who weren't afraid to die
at first
The messages were about escaping depression and in favour of mental health
So there was no danger shared to anyone else at first
But soon the words
this money or is you gon' let it go
You goin' to live out your dreams or just let it go
Your call has been forwarded to an automatic voice message
games for real
All I ever knew was live it up
Me and my dogs on the grind now
Girl you better just show up
She told me that you going to shine now
I'm
home: they invaded
Bullets they love spraying; lives are being degraded
Philandro Castile. Same age as my peers
Sorry for what you feel. I wanna help you
Glory days, they'll pass you by
Glory days, in the wink of a young girl's eye
Glory days, glory days
Well, there's a girl that lives up the block
into some ol' nasty shit
Live if I could decide to try, don't play me bogus
This ain't no spin move and I ain't got no time to lie
Tell your girls we
carefree
Hope my message reaches you before you're seventy-three
A old man, when people ask you what you did with your life
You'll say "I hated L.L.
they talkin' 'bout man, okay
I'm comin' straight up outta that chat room, and live from the message board
I'm at the crib all by myself, chattin'
I feel it's to make these tunes
And to get this here my all for the people that listen to em
I stay faithful through it all, girl I truly just love
switchin' plans
I'ma tell you what you feel next like the weatherman
I will split heads and break necks for my little man
6 God, praying hands like I'm
That's so consumed by the fakest
I leave em hangin like a curl when
I'm in the face of the fakeness
You ain't the king of the underground
'cause you live
Nobody's guidance so I decided to sleep by the do'
Open my mind try to slip inside my grandpa's fo'
Drifting off into another stage of life
Nigga paid ya
'bout that white girl
Feeling good to be black
Ya whole hood I seize that
Breaking down the, fuck all that feedback
Gone by the morning
I landed soon
gasping, its hard to catch it
Round ya throat like a necklace
But check it
I send the message
Don't approach by my presence
Feed the ears, they feining
they all fear ya the way I got the city going mad its Akira and
Yeah I stole ya bitch nigga cheer up ok
I live by the code expose all my foes
Send souls
street niggaz
And white boys that'll eat niggaz
I don't need a butcher to do my reppin
I get mines with a heat nigga
Pass by the spot wit' yo piece
Smokin'
The girl's possess by the basehead demon
Chorus
(mc lyte)
In elementary, lyte had the jordache look
Like me and any other kid who cared about books
But then
and by myself, I be jerkin..
.. on to the chorus
I want that purple Cadillac with the lime green ragtop, yeah
Lovely lady, girl you drive
Ayo, I'm hard to talk to, if you live I probably fought you, stalked you
Where you walked to at night, caught you then tried to extort you
New York
and while the split was
Especially hard on her
She tried not to let it show online
"It was my first ever real relationship
And it was on-screen
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