Lyrics:
Sunk cost of substances I'm fiending
Got me fucked up
Got me blacked out in the corner
Out the door in early morning
Get ahead of today's scoring
By
lucky, my God! Flight of Icarus in those grubby dirty by now horribly sticky little fingers and
hands and grubby palms, and oh what else is grubby, I don't
I trust)
I been fucked by so many damn managers
While they push me out front of these cameras (managers, cameras)
All this music I done gave
out, I'm the C-A-S-A-N, the O-V-A
And the rest is F-L-Y
You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix
And these reasons I'll tell you why
You
lyin' to your man, baby leave him
How many chains do he got, I ain't peep them
I'ma bleed the block, ten toes leave my feet in
This lil' hoe too turnt I
because
The whole slavery ting came out of the whole ideals of capitalism
You know I mean? We're living here, the whole slavery ting
And di man dem come
in your mouth
Then pulled it clean up out your ass
Took her demon by the hands
Asked the demon, "Can we dance?"
Found a halo in her trash but she
(XCX)
Glitter in my sheets
Dancing on no sleep
I don't learn, wanna burn, wanna turn all the way up, yeah
I don't learn, wanna burn in the dirt
man, fuck all this shit, none of this shit matters
Ah, man, Punchanella in the shoe
I know hella niggas who
Lie and never tell the truth
I'm
Yeah, yeah, yeah (Get out)
Such a remarkable sound (Get out)
Yeah (Get out of here)
Such a remarkable sound
Flipmode get down, now
Yeah check
the same house
Nigga never came out, wow
It's a shame how you got sucked in that life
But hey man at least you got a name now
They say you a "real nigga"
might get fooled if you come from out of town
But I'm down by law, and I know my way around
Down in the Village, you might think I'm silly
But you
before bed to go out in a blaze of glory
Impatient. It's not done till I got mine
Looking to live fast but for a long time
My avatar is an E fit from
seafood out in Portugal
Came a long way from Ports O Call
Took the long way home, it was worth it all
Used to think when I couldn't write a verse at all
Now
Man, I think I'm going crazy
I need Karl Marx in this bitch
Cuz I'm done fucking with this
Punk government
Push 'em out, punk 'em out
Punk 'em out, push
Day in day out
Tryna be the one that makes it out
Day in day out
Man this life I'm tryna figure out
Day in day out, day in day out
Day in day out
out, no way out
I said I'd be home because I
Don't wanna do that right now
I don't got time for that shit
I'ma kill you and you better
Hop in the casket
you
Man's been shotting 4s from back in
The day like President T
Frisco's back in your face
Sit down get back in your place
I'm back in the race shut ya
with some rivers and minerals
I'm in a call with architects
Designin' a house in and out now call a jet
Fly down to the South, write a song
am man on a mission
Uh, Just coming back up on the grid
Spent a month in Morocco and Portugal, South of France, Indio
I swear we ball out anywhere we
Get it out, beasts
Let it out, blow it out, spit it out
Get it out, get it out
Let it out, blow it out, spit it out
Get it out
By the horns
Real talkin nigga
Man I'm all about my cash flow
Nigga I'm the shit my momma
Had me out her asshole nigga I be actin'
Nigga know that we mackin'
Shit, I'm a changed man
Ayy, turn the lights out
Big baller 2Pac up in this bitch
You know how we swing this shit, look
By age sixteen I sold
the trap spot
(Trap spot)
Couple nights shovin' hard by my damn self
(Damn self)
By my damn self, out there by my damn self
I remember I was goin' hard by my
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