Lyrics:
Cause you got me curious, you probably look better when your dead
Nine by the spine, (5th in the holst)
Scum bag it's them D-Block boys, daddy kissin'
Sarah
Gus is the cat at the theatre door
His name, as I ought to have told you before
Is really Asparagus, but that's a fuss to pronounce
That
I'm the predator, don't get your head bust
Now ain't no lettin' up
Bitch got me fed up
I don't know who to trust
Until they free Gus
We out here
niggas, on them jiggers and they can't sit still
Rollin', in the club all drinks on Tee
By the bar, if I don't know you then you ain't gon' drink
(Where
and it's time to admit it
This is the end bitch, I'm livin' till finished
I get carried by fans into arenas and functions
You get carried by feats and some
rise over the sea
With some good friends I guess they're more like family
Laughing by the fire
Feeling high
I think I'll go inside
Lay myself down
Gus checked his pocket-watch it was a quarter past nine
He caught a train to Baton Rouge and bought a copy of the times.
Pulled out a faded picture
creeping, stop lying to yourself fam
You might as well have bought shisha
Too real, nobody realer
Too deep, nobody deeper
Flow like Gus, call me the street
screamin, "I'm so poor"
Hit records, bangin videos but I'm so poor
Yo, can I hold somethin? I'm fucked up, duke
You can tell by my jeans and my scuffed up
Track Title - AIRBORNE
Album Title- “R & R: ALPHA”
(a SurvivalMode Music & Media Production/Joint Task Production)
mixed & mastered by: G.U.S
the cool kids in the back of the bus
Rubba dubba scrubba bubba
Whatchu talkin' bout gus breakin the rules
I hope we don't get caught sha la la la la la la la
getting saved by some samurai booty
I'm a kingpin, cookin' crystal in the middle of the day
Having dinner by the pool with the DEA
Run you over with my
rely on dollies so over threw sex.
To get to higher form
A God & Soul Controller.
Metaphysical motional
A bre's his own 'consoler'
Sleeping minds are
I've been sittin at home all day watchin lonesome dove
Layin around with my boots off drinkin coffee and laughin at woodrow and Gus
I've got
found me I ain't find that shit
Try go platinum but they blonde ain't listening
Gus's they gone blemish my image I'm Different
The code to heart you
Zoey protects Marcos
Marcos protects Jane
Jane wears a mask when she's riding on a train
Willow protects Carlos
How, you may ask
All just by wearing
Bama Bama
(Ah we ready)
The #1 prospect in the nation
(Who)
Cortney Kentrell six-star baby
(Six-star baby)
Recruited by Peanut call him Nick Saban
bowl in my lair
I just did some yoga, put that bow in the air
Zaza and runtz, man
They grow that over there
PETE and zar on the Flint beat
It ain't fair
succeeded by blowing up one wall of the Gothic stone building, killing several inmates in the process. Gus escaped down the river. He was caught and shot dead
a nigga feeling lust
Trust, trying not to erupt,
It's Gus, the nigga on the bus shed
Changing Lanes, hardest book I ever read
Facts
Just went over your head
joined a hippie band
He was directed by gus van zandt
We'd like to think he'd have joined the smartipantz
Co-starred with flea and keanu
We didn't know
and the haters trying to play us
Flyin' over all the chaos, time tickin' away
I'm trying to have a drink with all the enemies I slay
Like Gus did Eladio on that
in the shower, unaware of what the liquid is
Trapped inside by a door that won’t unlock
You open your mind and in goes Gus
That is when you realize
ain't really tripping over hoes I lace it up
Get what you give lately I been having good luck
Tryna get mansions in my name bigger than the whole
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