Lyrics:
ablaze
The queen of bar street lost in drunken haze
Jessie Lee always opened all the doors
Searching for that love that promised more
Flying high, she
that was more than love
And all those around us could see
That its light would burn as a beam beyond
Your temporal Annabel Lee
For my flame was snuffed
the seat that you chosed
It's elite
You ain't gotta speak cause it shows
My skillset freakier than Bohemian Grove
Baby blood only cause the mama brim
Ahead
want to do? more than spike lee's do
I'm like a sniper, hyper off the ginseng root
Plo style, buddha monks with the owls
So who's the fucking man?
than Spike Lee's Do
I'm like a sniper, hyper off the ginseng root
PLO style, buddha monks with the owls
So who's the fucking man? Meth-Tical
call her saditty
But when I say it she start acting saditty
I still need my masters to drop sumn litty
Somebody tell Coma to wake up
I get more dough
hopping into combat
My content, indents a, cerebral cortex
I vortex twin text, give’em, rigo mortis
More complex than, I don’t know, Rick & Morty
I’m more
of the winter
Driving down the highway
The car lights flicker
Hold me for a minute
I don't want you to be a memory memory
I'm parked by the lamppost
Begging you
steady a couple dates now
Approaching time that I take vows
Forever I do, sicker than flu, silence whenever I move
Prove that I belong with this fate now
(DJ Rockstar)
Body bag the beat, toe tag the highs
More bragging rights
If you ain't acting right, send you to after life
I'm the action type,
growing duller twilight, to the hill.
There he sat down gazing on all below
There did a thousand memories roll upon him,
Unspeakable for sadness. By and by
They get down, for thinking they Bone creeping on a come up
Now I got one up, but we much more than crabs in apparel
Or fags who rap about apparel with
surrounded her birth.
She was taken home by her father who had negative intentions towards her (he actually wanted her dead so he could have all that was
pub than the papers
More papers than the press, oh yes I gets paid
Check it I didn't grow up up po po
But once you get grown and out on your own
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, speak to 'em Jazze)
I (yeah, fly guy)
I'm way more fly than you (that's right)
I'll take your dime from you (that's
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, speak to 'em Jazze)
I (yeah, fly guy)
I'm way more fly than you (that's right)
I'll take your dime from you (that's
make one more memory
And yet there's nothing to forget
Gonna make one more memory
That lasts until we're here again
Here and now - is more than a memory
FREEZE
Shawn Sackman / Corey Lee Barker
It should be colder by this frosty water
But everything you do is makin’ me hotter
I have never felt more
and be loved by me.
I was a child and she was a child, In this kingdom by the sea.
But we loved with a love that was more than love
And this was
laugh, but the Joke is on you
Fucking Ridiculous
But what a raas when mi find di gear
And me become a Freeman, More Power Than Dyson Sphere
Nuh fret
Okay, so I complain less
But they'll be traumatized so my
Death will never be painless
More memories stained with death and misery
Shame that I've got
times that we got high
Can't believe how time flies
Memories that passed by
I got all these memories
I got all these memories
I got all these memories
I
Cause I'm way more fly, yeah
Have you hangin' 'round a
Bunch of yayo buyers, nope
And not a day go by us
We don't get higher than the telephone wires
Cut
featuring The Reepz
Intro:
[Sound Of Radio in the background]
[Sound Of Woman and Tray Lee in the background]
[Phone
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