Lyrics:
the rose garden, silently run by the mortician, silently run by the radio station, silently run by the dancing dragon nightclub, silently run by the sleeping
I don't want to be your bad luck
All the reasons you've stayed
Cause you feel stuck
I don't want to be your bad luck
All the reasons you've stayed
it's all that does
Meanwhile, my man's thirsty as fuck and no one cares
So he's stuck beggin for change from Bedford Ave squares
Or, if you're in my
Yo, yeah bitch
Aiyyo, motherfucker
Aiyyo, swallow it
Aiyyo we dazzle off this bloody version of 'Glaciers'
Slang shot threw a gem in his mouth,
what nobody
Is here but you, spider and Mase
There's supposed to be three
Hundred thousand in there (G-Unit radio)
When the drama get to poppin'
It don't
understand
I'd sing it softly in your ear and grab you by the hand
Just keep me stuck inside your head like your favorite tune
And know my heart's a stereo
me
Left me here to be slaughtered by all my insecure delusions
Blinded by a version of myself that only I could ever see
Hanging from a noose that you
[Theme Song to "Sanford & Son"]
Ha, oh shit, you always goin' to get cha' dick sucked
Ah suck that thang, ha ha
Man that's a fuckin' rerun, turn
Of things, that become
Like compartmentalized
Like crystallized environments for you to
Create i don't know, micro-versions of
Yourself, or subversions
Freaky freak like it's the 80s
Fuckin' explicit, radio prolly say we
Should tone it down with the clean version
Dirty but in public you're like teen
Dayton's in his hand
Keys in his hand reason again to let you know he's the man
Back when we rocked Alesis he had dreams of Caprice's
Drove by
his Daytons in his hand
Keys in his hand, reason again to let you know he's the man
Back when we rocked Ellesses, he had dreams of Caprices
Drove by
understand
I'd sing it softly in your ear and grab you by the hand
Just keep me stuck inside your head like your favorite tune
And know my heart's a stereo
Autograph sign and pass wit a gold tip sharpee
Permanent ink blots undrunk from velly poo scotts
All you faggots try to judge my shit like Ed Koch
think my times were free
All the ways you say to me
Sweet versions of lets wait and see
But you're always a golden boy
And I'm the girl that you enjoy
My
You've got the words to change a nation
But you're biting your tongue
You've spent a lifetime stuck in silence
Afraid you'll say something wrong
Yo, yeah, bitch
Ayo, motherfucker
Ayo, swallow it
Ayo, we gassed off this bloody version of "Glaciers"
Slang shot threw a gem in his mouth,
dealing with another version of you ain't I?
Are you for real girl or are you AI?
Or maybe alien that fell from the sky
Or maybe you came from another
a tour, I would sell out every date
Yeah
It's a scary world
Yeah
It's a scary place
But with Voorheezy by your side, you know you're safe
He ain't
his Daytons in his hand
Keys in his hand, reason again to let you know he's the man
Back when we rocked Ellesses, he had dreams of Caprices
Drove by
Autograph sign and pass wit a gold tip sharpee
Permanent ink blots undrunk from velly poo scotts
All you faggots try to judge my shit like Ed Koch
version of me
I'm glad you got to meet
The highest level of greatness
don't exceed my reach
True love doesn't show til it's at its peak
Fighting for
The version of you that I had in my mind
Has completely faded away
And now the you that I find
Is different in every way
The memories stored in my
coming
And I come running
Cause I'm your dog
Baby I'm your dog
So whenever you call
I come running
She's impressed by a fat boy
Cadillac, weed, pistol
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