Lyrics:
the East Side all grown up
Places I played in nigga all sewn up
I'm chasin' that dream 'till I'm at the Garden
On a thousand foot screen in red monkey
Know that he'll be faithful
I'm sure he'll come to me by and by
But if he won't come back
Then I'll never sigh or cry
I just must die
Poor Butterfly
of its own
I can tell your footsteps on the stairs from three flights up
I know the jingling of your keys
You won't hear no and you don't look back
getting lace
just turned 21 lil bitch I'm a savage
Shame on ya bitches tht thought I was average
Ass be on fat she been eating her cabbage
My name
You already know what is yeah...beats by Trajan
Back in eighth grade you had told me that I wouldn't be shit
Now I'm on my way to M's, I Dom Toretto
A whistle is worth more than a million days of serenity
Lost in the deserted Serengeti seeking plenty
That Fenty sure looks savage
I push it back with my
my wrist
Came a long way from kicking girls then call em a Lyft
This way back when my savage ways mane was legit
Like Westbrook from the 3 I can
on a binge
Let it rain, always looking back
Lay in bed, always switching around, my head
But they different now instead
40 bands by the moon, wine cabana by
As the queen is
Fat she is devoured by rats there is one way to skin a cat or poison a
Rat it is hetero four
Hear to three forthirightly stated.
Relent
reverse, the sharpening wing of the edge of a sparrow, for suitable reckonings too numerous to mention, as the queen is fat she is devoured by rats there is
lava
Intolerance
Where does freedom lie
The secret place of the most high
Is it the kingdom of God
Garden without demise
Despised
By declarations of war
Know that he'll be faithful
I'm sure he'll come to me by and by
But if he won't come back
Then I'll never sigh or cry
I just must die
Poor Butterfly
clean
With words that deceive but as they speak
We can see the hearts of men been infected by the cancer of greed
Fiends for the resources of the planet
the sniper inside of the foxhole
Data, scientifical, not just the typical
Waste matter my third eye expands my periphreal
See I, only attack, savage animals
to make a fool of me and you
Impending doom, see you later not see you soon
This dark road illuminated by the light of the moon
Lifes a drug, I'm too high
your sunflower
I'm the sun and you're the moon
The ink on your poetic pages makes me swoon
Love you to the moon and back
I'll follow you to Everest
listened to D2
Could you tell me?
Dedication 3 was the first mixtape you heard when we had a black president
D4 and 5, we got back to business
Y'all done
When you go back to the origin of the Transatlantic slave trade
It started in 1555 with a man named John Hawkins
And he presented a business plan
jet contrails so long that
It can be seen in time zones eight hours apart by NORAD
Bow waves are made when I sweep my arms back
To fast track
Even a man who is pure in the heart
And speaks in prayer by night
May become a wolf when the wolf's bane blooms
And the winter moon is bright"
Joshua awakes at the railway station
He feels sick, his sweat is cold on his back
He came back from below
Very long dark adventure where moments seem
fruit had
Twisted my mind
And I did the rest
Fall back into the dust
There must be more than just the worst
But my feelings so old
As I'm guided by lust
and close your eyes
Till the Red King says it's the end of the line
The days dissolve as the sun returns
On the arc carved by the moon
And through the mists
Carry my own weight I float away by igniting leaves
Stay by the fire tree wind is cold but inspiring
Everything is so tiring I don't why I lie to me
I'd
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