Lyrics:
Actin' like they killers, but them niggas just some hoes
We act like this a studio, this really just a trap
Everything we got, we had to whip it
eighty-five well
When his stash slow, he be crazy
Say he by his moms, hit her on her payday
Junior high school dropout, teachers never cared
They was paid just
Been going crazy thinking bout you all day,
So much to tell you, boy I feel the same way,
Can't wait to see you, just you
And I cause every night I've
friends's hammer and the young shall
not know where lieth the things possessed by their fathers that their
fathers put there only just the night before ...
to do, aw, now I'm sniffing
Sorry, kid, I'm not a therapist or uplifting
Nefarious instead, with a fire for a head
I was seven eighty six when I put you
the summer, havin' fun, we had some time to blow
My boys and I was playin' cards on decks of hotel patios (Okay)
We was kickin', coolin', 2:00-5:00 was when we
seven, eight, nine baby we getting close
Just don't let me get to ten (oh boy)
You broke my heart
With all your lies
You really should look for an exit
Radio, fuck you! Radio, fuck you!
Wait a second, you saying? ayy, ayy
Wait a second ayy, ayy
Is it radio fuck you? That's
What you say? Exactly
Not fuck
unpredictable
just like you used to be, so unemotional
boy, I can't forget the way you were with me
I don't know what to tell you now
it's always harder
someone else, won?t you? (chuckle)
KWIRK
Oh, oh, oh, no, no! You?re not demoted! Uh--uh--You?re--You?re advanced! Just get us back on course!
MOBSTER
Anyway...it's horrible though..no, you can't make fun of nightmares. No they're not very nice things, but
Steve had a nightmare what could actually happen if he
of the carousel
A black parade of circus freaks, and led by Mister Dark,
Scours every street for the boys to drag them down to hell
The boys have seen too much
for arrogance
Equivalent to white boys shooting up schools
And Americans not calling them terrorists
So, I flippantly willingly blasted
Myself
eighty-five well
When his stash slow, he be crazy
Say he by his moms, hit her on her payday
Junior high school dropout, teachers never cared
They was paid just
to your boyfriends
Just let me have my fun tonight
I
I'm not here for your entertainment
You don't really want to mess with me tonight
Just
heavy rain
New England, I'm used to the weather change
My enemy is 7 days
That's weak if you can't keep up
Better not freeze up cuz a nigga heating up
I am NINE!
And I'm playing in the sun!
NOT SNEEZING!
Is my idea of fun!
1, 2, 3
4, 5, 6
7, 8, 9! Nine hankies!
Now let's add another one!
Nine
Wheee!
Smoker session live resin 24/7
Ya, 27 tryna reach an empty heaven
Tired every fucking second
To them boys in blue y’all bleed like we do.
Second Amendment Rights come strap like the Military. Protect the minds by any means necessary
(B MOR 7
(VVS Melody)
That broke boy in ya heart, money hungry hope ya ex been having fun wit ya
Ever been a dumb kid, checking pics, having second thoughts
the light ain't bright, you can best believe I shine
I never second guess, I try
If I fail or fumble
Redeploy, I'ma get my check lil boy
Better watch that
enough for her
But I know I am good enough, and I am not settling
And if she gets back, well, I hope that I’m getting a second date
Or someday we’ll try
than Jesus
Revelations 3:20, while I'm spittin' blasphemin'
Lyrics, pardon my schemin' I'm just consumed by the seven
Let the hate flow like Sith, ripped
than Jesus
Revelations 3:20, while I'm spittin' blasphemin'
Lyrics, pardon my schemin' I'm just consumed by the seven
Let the hate flow like Sith, ripped
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