Lyrics:
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Some days I'm happy, some days I'm fucked up
Some days I tell the voice in my head to shut the fuck up
Yeah
Motivated by paper and pussy,
life
Vampire gang up at night
Hellsing when they pull the pipe
Niggas about to pay they price
No heart in me I always been cold
Get it by any means
life
Vampire gang up at night
Hellsing when they pull the pipe
Niggas about to pay they price
No heart in me I always been cold
Get it by any means
I got a lot up on my mind
Shout out the boys
Shoutout every bitch that broke my heart, I appreciate you
See I've been feeling pain but it's not only
that mediocre flow
I tried to Google you but all that
Came up was that you a ho
By the way my girl's name
Ain't Briahna it's Brianna
You wouldn't know
pictures pinned up on wall
Jesus I'm so in my head
My lyrics are true
Gut is instinctive but how come the voices inside of my head sound like juvenile
a queen, Royal flushing
Playing every bodies hearts cause she's that stunning
I used to run track, now I run the track
And the DJ run it back
Trying
baby
I'm lit to my own sound
My life is a movie I stick the script but I wish I could slow down
I'm doing my own shit, baby
And you on your own now
I
Yo
First off, I don't do it like the Thule
24 frames in the clip like a movie
Tap quick like my name is fucking mayonnaise
But no shit I don't ever
african king
Aint painted with that brush, when they see-us
I aint above God, but right now would be my zenith
Or do I know not, of how to be like my Jesus
the heart from a fragile spot
That I don’t sound like non of these mumble rappers that you bump but you don’t understand a lot
So I sit there and thank you
I had a hand me down ride painted rattle can red
Second hand tires with poor boy tread
Made a lot of almost love in the bed of that
Truck that got
This the sound track to my life
By myself meditatin keep my mind right
Family man wit the plan so my grind tight
Low key stay humble living out my
(yeah)
I'ma I'ma put it on her (yeah)
I'ma I'ma put it on her (yeah)
Doing my two step off of club pure
The Girl walks by rocking christian diore
We
shot, blunts to the head,
All that Remy, got that leg
I feel my heart, I think I'm cray,
Her booty don't start, or Simon Says
I'm like Big (Girl don't
(or what it’s left)
A step closer, can you hear the wind, I feel a changing in its moan
Rattling sounds confined, tracks I don’t recall somewhere
sons freely
See I'm only doing what I was trained to do
God given tools
Sad to say my heart became filled with hate
And I'm not the only one that's
came along. I had choices to make...
Dreams take time...
Time goes by...
When does it disappear?
How can you get so far off the track?
Why don't
They felt that they were laying tracks, for the generation to come
I think my mother knew that freedom wouldn't come in her lifetime
Just like I know
scare, lil' ones
He's a fuckin' nightmare, here he comes
With red hair and my face painted
They said (Gangsta)
Messy Mob and Colion is a (Gangsta)
But
after sack
My life should be a movie
As I'm passing through these acts
Always trying to start a spark
When I'm surrounded by the dark
My fire, circled by
her heart with my guitar
I sang her the homesick blues 'bout
Spendin' what little bit of money we had
On wintergreen Skoal and main street gas
Go
understand how my voice are in track list
A Murder a murder my lover dont love me
My momma dont hate me
My momma is believer
My heart is stronger
My mind
(yeah)
I'ma I'ma put it on her (yeah)
I'ma I'ma put it on her (yeah)
Doing my two step off of club pure
The Girl walks by rocking christian diore
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