Lyrics:
to a bleeding gum;
Alleviation of inflammation to a cyst or a lump;
21st street is where we jump;
It's time to feast, main course, sirloin steak and beef of rump;
I'll survive tomorrow (oh my God)
As she cries in sorrow, she just needs some time to borrow (oh my God)
She'll be smilin' by tomorrow
Everythin' will
If I get sum then I might go dumb give me cash I'm geeking
I don't want block it's a bomb on clock want the world I'm tweaking
Say she won't but I
Boy you so sad bet you wish this was a sad song
Tried to quit the last bitch I hate it but that ass bomb
Basted with the steak sauce bet she need
Cant stop the hands
Try and watch the hours pass
You by like you standing still
I smoke - I fuck - I kill these pop stars
Bitch - this suburban noize
the best
Some of them are even gay
And by the way, I think gayness is great
Nobody loves more gay men than me
I'm from New York
It's nothing but gay Jews
freeway, I straight dips
wit a fat one rolled up to puff
I'm ready to hit it and I won't quit it until I get enough
tokin nothing but the bomb thats
freeway, I straight dips
Wit a fat one rolled up to puff
I'm ready to hit it and I won't quit it until I get enough
Tokin' nothing but the bomb that's
through troubled sleep
The lovely lure may hit you like a bomb
I hate Instagram
Today I let myself down
Independent night
Independent night
I hate Instagram
demonstrate invincible bomb raps
Not no hustler no player or speakin no crime crap
I'm vocally trying to score before my time lapse
Uh! Full court press,
man...
[Verse 2: MURS]
Look; I'm not your average rapper talkin shit about the government
Its not that I'm lovin it; it's where I live
They tried to bomb
the knapsack
Today's niggas do skate by hits
Run in your crib on some 'Queer Eye for the Straight Guy' shit
But not homosexuals, they master in gun play
his boy-hood ambition by becoming coroner.
moderate laughter
The rest of you can look it up when you get home. in addition to writing he indulged in
repell
Followin the chorus
Indorced by the force
And honey I just wanna hug you're curves like a porsche.
go ahead throw them sore issues back on the fire
know, how much I really wanna change
And why would I wanna wake up in the morning without you by my side?
And why do I gotta see you in tears just
know, how much I really wanna change
And why would I wanna wake up in the morning without you by my side?
And why do I gotta see you in tears just
and Papa picked cotton as kids
How is it proper, me shopping at Lids?
The bid that they did won them no compensation
We own this whole nation by right, I
North Oakland in that town by the water on the east bay
You could get ya ass iced out that's how we play
And fuck a buss down I ain't talking bout
you really expect
White Man's Burden and the Trail of Tears
Round 'em up with the gays and queers
Multiply that by five hundred years
And you're left
Overseas to kyiv thats the song of the year!
Yes it is pride month, but im not a queer!
Maybe just a little bit but i wont be weird!
Graduated 2021
for my time I ain't reachin'
Joint filled up with bomb weed
Can't walk a mile in my sneaks
I'm stoned on an island full of freaks
My niggas got
Dre, its still cavi
I'm eatin' steak while they struggle to break the slave mentality
I givin' livin' definition long as my hearts tickin'
I fought
its still cavi
I'm eating steak while they struggle to break the slave mentality
I giving living definition long as my hearts ticking
I fought
of thoughts
Democratic gats
Saved by the judge
The flavor, that was brought about that day
Steaks come out, raw
Say oh! Clap your hands
Let's start
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