Lyrics:
By the dark glass on your eyes
Though your flesh has crystallized
Still you turn me on
Still you turn me on
Hmm, you turn me on
Do you want
in me
Still I longed to search for more
But those days are gone now
Changed like a leaf on a tree
Blown away forever
Into the cool autumn breeze
By the dark glass on your eyes
Though your flesh has crystallized
Still you turn me on
Still you turn me on
Hmm, you turn me on
Do you want
you got your degree
Well this is my life bitch you can't change my psyche
This is Gunna 101 pay attention I'll make you see
That you'll only waste your
a jar, by the blunt pack too, still coming live ain't no need to assume
The proof in the pudding I serve with no spoon
How does it feel to know what to do
I still feel them on my legs
I make bad decisions and stand on them like it's all ok
I got blunt wraps by my bed
I fill them up with my meds
I just
of all evil is the answer to the question fam
Empty ya pockets, yessir, that’s the lesson plan
I’m the professor, it’s economics of a lesser man, 101
You
I'm
Takin extra precaution
More percussion than a orchestra
Tell it to the officer
Anything by any means to get them off of ya
Hungry out in Europe,
My niggas, this Coka
It?s Crackology 101, nigga
I breed you niggas, my sons
The penalty is death and I'm inflictin' the torch
And the best
(In the western sky)
(My kingdom come)
So still so dark all over Europe
And I ride down the highway 101
By the side of the ocean headed for
then I supply em
I got the source of an orchestra
But if you don't pay the cost to the boss then I'm forcing ya
You said you're ready like Freddie
But I think you know who I'm still thinking of
Yea it's only you
Time ticks by it's a new day
And now I find myself right back in the same place
Aye
I ain't gotta fret
You been pulling strings from the minute that we me met
Lying all the time
Ain't no money I confess
But the money mean a lot
I wear my heart on my sleeve but it's still banging out my chest
I play my part so you won't leave cause everything you do the best
Just like a harp
drag my body in search of the past
And found the fragments of you along the thread
Who is this funny puppet bounded by a piece of string
Tangled up in
I fuck these bitches, ain't no strings attached
Every time I leave the crib, I'm bringing bitches back
Every time bro pop outside the crib, he tryna
Really, I thought you knew
They nicknamed me high king
How about I make a note
To never ever going broke
Grabbed the by it's throat
And never ever let it go
calamities
No Mk but still brutalities
I am
Still focused
I draw attention, I'm an artist
I pull the strings like guitarists
I cause reactions like chemists
me by the weigh-in
It's hard to grasp some of the shit I be sayin'
It fly's over your head like a second string is
You can't comprehend me
You
crazy tongue
There's a slit-eyed lady
Sayin', don't you be so stupid
I may look old, but I'm still good fun
Still good fun
Yeah, I'm still good fun
enemies
That's your fate, but you still couldn't see
So I'm pulling the strings
To fulfill a vendetta
Break me apart
But I keep it together
Abandoned by
every occasion, gotta go hard, yeah
Still don't condone it, love is a component
You're the only opponent, gotta seize the moment
Don't do nothin'
trees everywhere I go
Plant a seed in this greenery blooming watch it grow, blooming now watch it grow
I'm in the sticks
I'm by my lonesome once again
sun set by the sea,
I Pray to God, you'll still think of me.
Back home in the mountains, I'm a thousand miles away.
Even though my arms can't hold you,
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