Lyrics:
House arrested for gun cases in my home it's less
Architecture more guns hanging around where I rest
I could tell what you going through by the way
there is a stranger in my house and i know that
i feel that someone blew the smoke into the room
and there's a body in the fridge i know who
letters to strangers I suppose
I am feeding information
to friends about a ghost
I am trying to run
a marathon on my stomach
See I spend a lot of time in
Hey I'm working here, know what I'm saying
Try to put yourself in my shoes for a second
Its not personal I'm just saying though
Hey look
From when
文案策划Promotion Supervisor & Copywriter：卡脸狗代言人Advocate of Kaliangou
发行人Publisher：Soul X Mate2
发行日期 Release Date：2020.10.01
独在异乡为异客
Being a stranger all alone in
If it's smoke in the city, better not work no nine to five
Pull up to your job and drive through, drive by, I got you, haha
Look me in my soul
You
want to treat me fare
All this sleeping from house to house, fucking with my dome
Got two album of my own, but no home
So picture the park bench in
a legend (I'm legend)
Always treat me like the greatest in my house I'm craig pettis (The greatest)
Word for word they know my lyrics play me when ian around
a hot box
In '96, in the swat, had a trap house
Every day cut school to sell crack rock
I got a pistol in my pocket and a bank roll
Anybody try me Imma
I used to write
I used to write letters
I used to sign my name
I used to sleep at night
Before the flashing lights settled deep in my brain
But by
level ain't at my waist level
Turn up the bass 'til it's up-in-yo-face level
Don't do no press but I get the most press kit
Plus, yo, my bitch make
will be washed away by the sand of time
I will live my life in pursuit of lasting peace
mental castration in remembrance of Alan Turing
We are breaking
Use the light of logic to push the devil out
Free yourself from the confusion
How do we overcome if we in the devil house
Free yourself from
a while
And there he was this young boy, a stranger to my eyes
Strumming my pain with his fingers
Singing my life with his words
Killing me softly
And there he was this young boy
A stranger to my eyes
Strumming my pain with his fingers
Singing my life with his words
Killing me softly with his song
Makaveli for the Mob, M-O-be
Killin' bustaz is my motherfuckin' job, him or me
Lyrically fatally driven, niggaz reported missin'
My competition dead or in
picture me
You know me by my thoughts
A file for your travelogue
Oblivious to the night, the fog around you
The germs they are ridiculous
They bother
Whatever you do… …search for me…
Steal my heart in autumn, where I fall in love by time
We roam the fields together, counting stars and fighting sleep
No,
we all in
Y'all knew the legend of the reverend
Left nobody second guessing
It's Team Future, rest are peasants
On this quest, you joined my session
friends got hurt
Know we just got a lotta anger in here
So the first thing, we gon' snap at it
Trophy in the hood, ayy
Wish a nigga would, ayy
Got my
When we fall out I like to go
Driving in my car
Listen to something ironic and
End up in a bar
Get an ear full of shit from a stranger
Who's got
once again be gone with the wind
To Vietnam he had gone, living it up
A winner smile
My kindness towards strangers it takes it's toll
Girls by the pool,
blessed to have met and developed a relationship with my two sisters, brother, and a couple of cousins when I was in my 40s. The relationship continues
I rip the bong until I pass out
Pushing hella product, yeah the studio my trap house
My rhymes will hit you in the face like I was Oscar De La Hoya
I
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