Lyrics:
would flow With passion and precision But now his mind is dark and dulled By sickness and indecision
And he stares out the kitchen door Where the sun will
the taking
Someone who needs me as long as we will live
Chorus: But I can't, win for losin'
Tired of giving everything sonow I'm giving in
Cause I can't,
ain't nothing wrong with
Your noodle (yeah, huh)
Who the, what the hell are you talking about?
Getting money I fresh off the couch
(Off the couch)
months to live
He said bollocks to that
And showed us what time is
Fell in love, had babies
And became a rock star
And it was good
If you call, my bot
Yeah, ayy, ayy yeah, ayy, ayy (Ayy)
Me and Hollywood Cole
No, we ain't come to play, no
I expect to be a billionaire by any day now
Generated
her
Want find no racks in yo feelings
That why I'm a money chaser
That's why I got my cake up
Married to the money we can't break up
My life
to live with demons all around
And if there is a god, he has to see that we could use a little help
To hold ourselves in our own arms
To look into our
money mo problems them not bars
So When I’m out in Brooklyn all we ride is hot cars
When I’m in the Dale I hit up squatta or j hood
Bad bitch from mount
drawing to life
I'm arms are open wide
Be with me
Now our joy is made full
cs we live in this beautiful
Light
You have opened out eyes
cnd this
cause she was fuckin' up my energy
Will I ever fall in love? I guess that's still a mystery
Is it too late for me to be accepted by this industry
I'm just
fast, I ain't doing that (I'm not)
Fuck Tookie
He a bitch, nigga was rat (reported me!)
I don't sleep
Nocturnal now, feeling like a bat (vengeance)
soul is hard to take
Satan tryna block my ways
Every night and every day
I struggle tryna keep my faith
Came from the low-low
Grew up in a broke home
You
to live, drawing her last breath
But oblivion takes his anxiety away
He wakes up to find her gone - Buried under stony soil
The rage and thoughts
servant
What you all hear now
Fuck you I am here now
I say it loud
Like Russ did in Seventeen
Ooo the way he plowed
The way and this allowed
For me to take
insomniac states
I’ve spat on God’s face for the lives he wouldn’t take
Saw we’re suffering for suffering’s sake
Birdbrains stuck wingless in a cage
clearer
On the rip of this straightest of the life that I live
But uh I see em comin before they approach
Just like a stafty slot until you circle
to instagram
Had a boyfriend but now he wasn't in the plan
All she care about is money and the fame and attention
We step up in the room and I know you feel
everybody’s judging it
So don’t you
Don’t tell her no what to do
Cause no one knows what to do
We can’t live by the same rules
Don’t tell her no
Don’t tell
free
Right now, I'm on the grind
See you got yours, I gotta get mine
See the most high, gave me a sign
He said son, it's your time
I'm
When you die they put you in a wooden black box
You are peaceful now there are no worries
The brain has stopped
Prayers will be read by a priest
cause it's true
But with humor and me it's less funny, more funny when it's you
That's the rules that we play by
So I never laughed and cried
We are the order of grinding silence
Leaving the peace as the music subsides
Again impacting with brutal sonics
He will expel the evil of darkness
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