Lyrics:
home to and, you know
Something for me to, you know
Not only be brave for what I
Wanna do for humanity but
Also to be more protective of
Myself for my
The only thing we got.
Everyone said that you were goin to change,
but when 2-1 came, you were still in the game.
'92s new version of Bonny and Clyde,
December I was shaken by a pregnancy scare
From someone that I'd been with for only one night
Many states away, who I hadn't planned to keep knowing
December I was shaken by a pregnancy scare
From someone that I'd been with for only one night
Many states away, who I hadn't planned to keep knowing
great guy minus the service fees
Similar but different like Matt instead of gloss
Now look here, I'm not trying to floss, but this new version of me has
and I hit blunts performing at the Ark
Next thing you knew, Big blew and all the balling starts
He had Kim in his crew, I found Fox
Only niggas in New
and I just grew out my mustache
Me and Morello rollin through this b*tch like some hubcaps
F*ck a filter I can only keep this clean as blood bath
I came
me
Left me here to be slaughtered by all my insecure delusions
Blinded by a version of myself that only I could ever see
Hanging from a noose that you
faster and faster, pulling Leonard by the whip, now flying over the ground. Close to the edge, the only way was... take off. And that’s what they did. Soon
The only thing we got.
Everyone said that you were goin to change,
but when 2-1 came, you were still in the game.
'92s new version of Bonny and Clyde,
Tryna make it perfect, trying every version
I was really hurting with the curtains closed
Certain flows hurt the most
First to know Earth is cold,
(Yuhhh, Yuh)
Tryna be the best version of myself now you mad at me (Yuhhh, Yuh)
Open up my third eye think yo words through before I see (Yuhhh, Yuh)
the democratic process in Brazil. In this way, we of the Garotos Podres, engaged in the process of Resistance, made this modest version of ""Grândola, Vila
a waste a waste of time
Built on a physical attraction
The pleasure of the new
What a waste a waste of time
Pretending to believe
This is the way
We want
with it
Black car, red bottoms, only mobster in it
It's like damn, bitch, niggaz lovin me now
Oh-nine Bonnie & Clyde doin it now - whoa
Murder
on its path
round and raound and closed in itself
out of it
in every version possible
is only possible in being entire
not more or less
not less or more
no one there by your side?
Now with so many of them out there
So many versions of you
Do they all get a piece of me
From the memories you let go?
version of me
They looked down on small town folks
Packed my shit up, moved to Amsterdam all by myself
Tough times, so I turned to the scripture to ask
God
By a better version of myself, be a better version of yourself, be all better versions of ourselves!
(Right!)
Leave behind the loathing
Focus on your
wake up and decide to comprise the new shit
It's not some watered down version of what my favorite crews did
Puff the magic komodo bitch
Rappers
skin, but you know I had her creamin'
Janet Jackson by the way I had her screamin'
She hit the group chat, said "That nigga had me fiendin'" (ah)
I'm
play a different version woah
I wonder what evolves in a person
How much pain can you cause when it's urgent
I believe only god is a surgeon
Cuz this
on the album before it dropped
I was on a roll and I couldn't be stopped
Writing these lyrics I wanted you to hear it
Because it felt like a new version of me
only because I lie to you
If you knew me at all, we wouldn't speak
If you saw anyone besides the toddler version of me
I've never felt so at home in
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