Lyrics:
done to me too often I close my eyes
And see my own coffin feelin' haunted ready to leave
This world that I'm lost in my only chance
To see the seeds
my nigga, you can ass it
My accessorize accessories bring
Out my assets
Nigga they sound on acid, tablets
Stussy’s G-Shock with my custom
Pair of 3
a world that's off its axis
All that's promised, death and taxes
Don't give a fuck who be rhyming the fastest my anxiety
Make me spit it a mile a minute
acoustic
I just like the way it sounds
Beat is really hitting now
I just gotta keep my flow
Man it's getting really loud
Step inside my head
I'm don't think
you’ve been playing on my mind
and I do believe it’s time we got serious
HOUSE FOR SALE
(Peter Sando)
Down at the end of Sycamore Lane
there’s a three
"poor boy" he said, weeping.
"Last night there was a boy singing kindly at my door,
I would like to have given him some change or maybe more"
The spirit,
Winkle, sleeping on me
Consider this your wake up call, backing down is deep in your dreams
Dreaming of my surrender, like Aerosmith
You can Dream On, 2020
Continue my journey till the acoustics die
Till then I'm tryna boost this ride
One way or another
So, when the feds comin' at my door magic trick poof n hide
it might open the door
While I hope for applause from my localish audience
And every gig is always on some awkward shit
The money's crap, timing's
kick HIYA
2 2 3 Shells flying by ya
Cold world I stay wit that fire
True shit no liar
I'm the new Mixtape Messiah
I keep that heat by my side cause its
Twins (repeat 3x)]
Fuck that one
I got my Nina gun pistol!
Down on they brain
[Verse 2: D-Roc]
I make you want to pop that thing girl when the bass
that new world shit
"It's that new world shit"
Crashin' in the shower
White noise in my head is getting louder
Or maybe that's the water
Spirals down
the door I don't love you anymore
Trouble is I don't love you any less
I don't love you anymore...
Trouble is I don't love you any less
LONELY KNOW MY
everyday
Been through a lot of years, oh my days
Wogb3 j3k3, wogb3 j3k3 aye!
I say nobody dey love you but yourself (ya! ya!)
So we keep it grinding
door would be unlocked,
And I'd teach your Mom not to fear my cock,
I'd download all my music in MP3s,
And wouldn't fear retribution from record
I could ever do
I don't have enough time in my life
To wage a war all by myself
Against a world that has no feeling or regrets
Of anything that we
and suicides and homicides
And three strikes and yo' life and my life and times change
And niggaz fame, as the world turns
Though I walk through the valley
When you get,
Run off your block,
By cops,
cnd they're the ones,
Harassing us,
But yet,
You wanna,
Run down on an op,
Truth told,
It sounds like your
of 3 buckets of water and a hand full
of minerals, thus realizing that those very buckets turned upside down
supply the percussion factor of forever.
If
'cause they riches ain't like my riches
A yo, I'm Murphey Lee the school boy
The civilized jewel boy
I got not one, two, three, four, five, but six
Galactic thinking my mind is out of this world
I bring it down to the ground but in orbit it swirls
Hurled at different thoughts
My world is put
follow me
And I will come to"
Yo, my war's against the foundation
Of a global united nation
When humans rule the world
By the codes of free mason
taking your one's
Went from copping a bird now we cop em by the tons, ya heard?
I down henny till my vision is blurred
Shit I'm only trying to live it
the unforgettable name
Of the man they call the Master Gee
Well, my name is known all over the world
By all the foxy ladies and the pretty girls
I'm goin' down in
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