Lyrics:
Billie's got the night off
Yeah, rumor has it his ex-wife Catherine put his truck in the ditch
And there's a new owner, Joe what's his face
Last December,
I got nothing but darkness for brain
I wish I could numb all my pain
I see shadows in front of my face
I can't breathe, I am drowning again
Fighting
unless it's for Doja Cat, now I share 2 calves and a bull with Doja Cat
No need to pay hookers $40 just to sit on my face because now they want their ass
lipstick, and a pocketbook
You all in b****, sit down when you piss
Sweet a**, you a h**, watch I blow you a kiss
To my cousin Jimmy Watson, stay up homie
to face the facts
We'd have to sit down and talk it over
And that would mean going back
They say time is a healer
And now my wounds are not the same
I rang
In and out of hiding places
Soon I'd have to face the facts
We'd have to sit down and talk it over
And that would mean going back
They say time
invest in jest
A twisted sound when I pound my chest
'Coz being the best don't suit me
Sits acutely to my position
Don't you try dispute me
'Coz I'm
roots of shame and
I somehow lose the game
When I sit at home and play charades
I find sun in my clouds of grey and
I wear shorts on a rainy day
Don't
dem nuh sabi play o (Oh no)
I'll never walk away o, with you everyday o
Spray your perfume all over my face o
As long it's you, it's a happy place ooo
went our very separate ways
Never saw her face again
but she’s in my dreams to stay
Seems like only yesterday
she asked to sit down at my table
I told
fall for me
I jus smoke my gas I don't even cough on it aye
Outer space, I can't even feel my face
Ride my wave, yea lil shawty wanna taste
Tricky you
that's on my mind
What is this
Cause I want it
What is this
Cause I don't want it to go away
Can we just sit here for a while
And hope that the time
recorded produced an mixed an mastered by myself
So shut the fuck up, I'll be the one to set the tone
Not spending a fuckin cent, an doing it all on my own
I'm a prettyboy come and talk to me
We can sit by the tree sipping lemon tea
Reading magazines
Talking bout our dreams
Would you really dive three
shuffled, put my face on the map
Still afraid of the wrath like shane dawsons cat
Blacked out from exhaustion
Macintosh, caution
My fingertips like faucets
the worth to get stepped on
Minutes to a Tracphone
Sit up up this your last song
More than the property I put my soul in, I surely invest
Appetite proper, I
to
You can always slide by my place
You got my heart burning out, babe
Every single time that I lay my eyes on your face
I'm falling for your body and your
falling calling for help
They all stalling started with self
Selfish that don't lead to nothing
Its multiple repercussions I face em often
I face my
I thought I'd have my life together by now
Feeling like the snow that is fallin down
Melting in the sunlight knives to a gunfight
Bringing what I
to death up in my casket while surrounded by my cabbage
What's my goal you can't imagine but I'm about to make it happen
Poetry I get to snapping spitting
society
I sit patently and wait for the world to crumble beneath my feet
I am the voice of single man, but I can see how pathetic this life can be
Sit
yogurt
From my hand thrown pottery jar
And sippin' a little hand pressed cider
With a carrot stick for dessert
And wiping my face
In a natural way
a killer, let these beats see my ghost face
Smoke on mics like Inspectah, ice cream for post taste
Work for the triumph, I move like it's a close race
Grew up
to fight starvation
No limitation no intimidation
All fact no imitation
Surrounding by demons this my demonstration
Out on bail with some pending cases
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