Lyrics:
hurt feelings turn
This lesson into a killin'
Game spillin', my prophecy fulfillin'
To be involved with the killin'
Must be immune to squealin' listen,
And some black Jamaican stud
There's five Cinderella's and some leather drags
I almost fell into my mug
There's a Crawford, Davis and a tacky Cary Grant
And some black Jamaican stud
There's five Cinderella's and some leather drags
I almost fell into my mug
There's a Crawford, Davis and a tacky Cary Grant
be a nigga dead in a viewin'
Would you take a look inside of my eyes?
I'm surrounded by a bunch of blind guys
Out of sight and out of my mind
But
out there tryna keep me from bein' the artist
I admit I'm at rock bottom (oh, oh)
And this shit has rocked my mind (my mind)
I'm callin' on my hood,
blamed me for his love, and I did seek
To seduce him, but he refused
And now if he refuses to obey my order, he shall certainly be cast into prison,
turned to get to Broadway
Shit
I see the sun in the back of my mind
And everyone has got to pass on by
But I'm good, just gotta take my time
If it's
I wile out
I ain't gotta have a gang when I ride out
I just get my mind right then I slide out
'Cause if you're bait, one don will talk
a the pass and no one else could ever fill your shoes
You sending me up bringing me down got my head just spinning around
Come on in get on out baby why
way
Can't get you out my head
What the fuck was I supposed to say
Won't 837 Drive by
Clear out all these tears in my eyes
When you pulled into came into
running out of time
To catch these dreams that's in my mind
And my ambitions seem distant like good luck is hard to find
But I'm blessed so I don't believe
Approach you and post a minute, arm on my double-R tinted
As you pass by, winkin' my eye, freshly scented
What's the haps, baby? (What's up?)
Come get
Approach you and post a minute, arm on my double-R tinted
As you pass by, winkin' my eye, freshly scented
What's the haps, baby? (What's up?)
Come get
Yes, I'm a Romantic, overly sentimental
Something of a hero worshiper, And I do
Not apologize for this
Instead, I revere Hemingway
At the end of his
repelled by the smell coming off her breath. WTF had she been eating!?!?!?!!! Yup, turns out it was olives. Irritated by this pseudo Greek lying next to me
to dive my head
Between those delectable limbs
And experience her essence
The fragrance is intoxicating
Forgetting I was supposed to be silent
I let out
Yahweh
Selassie eye and I'm proud to say, I never need a 9 by my waist
Niggas still respect my game so celestials respect my space
And I just might be in
Gyal them
Sexy my shorty
Physically - mentally
You my beauty
Me somebody naughty
No find you girl
For life me see you
Til another life
Sexy romantic
when I had her open
I'm not alone I'm a loner
I'm not a romantic it's hopeless
Tryna drown out all the voice in my head
The people in my ear
So I can
Behind my eyes are poltergeists
Don't get pulled in by the tide
The Customer's always alt right
Are you out of your damn hive mind
Don't walk into the LED
the mind
(8) Take the head of a snake
(7) Behold Armaggedeon
(6) Ain't no love for the rich
(5) Only strong will survive
(4) Cause we live by the sword
Six
Five
Four
Three
Two
One
Step into millennium
Let the countdown begin
I was born in the mind
Take the head of a snake
Behold Armageddon
action
And it gets into my blood
The call me the trail blazer, Rael electric razor
I'm the pitcher in a chain gang, we don't believe in pain
'Cause
Deep in my head the memory still drones
Your perfume mixed in with cologne
Feelings to me all to well known
Hopeless romantic
How do I manage
Mind
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