Lyrics:
Enough of the games
I slid you a controller to boot
Flash on the iris
We just played the bootleleg by the suit
Flew out the south to buy some peaches
upon the big picture when I pick apart the pixels
Is similar to simians shooting scud missiles
Out a rocket ship that flew us to the moon
Through
Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.
The stockings were hung by the chimney
Survival by any means
I try not to have any enemies
But I can't please them all
So short I fall still I stand tall
Such is life and all it's glory
Sometimes
an empty piece
Every bullet's been fired, the gunslinger's retired
Even if you paid me sugar money, I have no desire
For all I've put in, I'm looking to get
to make it back
From a near death heart attack
Been a while since I made
moves with the crew
Partied downtown
Till the moon turned blue
Like a tommy train
your money on your back
Sugar dad gives zero respect
Sterical sterical sterical sterical
I hate her macula
Livestock homegrown crop
Mouth off though
in no Rainbow dummies Some
Eight sugar mumies am up for a date
I may be late but great no aces
Am not playin no games inna mirror
May be crazy but mans
on the moon
You're going to get it all soon
Maybe late but I bloom
It's a sugar-full spoon
Once every afternoon
Let the evil consume
Everything that is evil
All
the sugar we need
So cut me and I'll bleed
Om namah shivaya
When Life Is passing you by
We all know that feeling
Your pride is the bitterest pill
That
Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.
The stockings were hung by the chimney
held an open mic for the crickets
White walls painted, bullet stuck in his head like a pop song
By God, side profile moon crescent of stitches
Blessings
I was living too close to the grave
Amount of vices that I had was too close to my age
And the cover they judged me by was too close to my page
Way
Come on baby (come on over)
by The Pete V Project Feat. Reece Bruno | Bongo Boy Beach
right next to me
Whoa yea yea yea yea
Like a shooting star
In the sky on a full moon
I feel so drawn to you
There's a magnetic pull
In the air when
fuckaz swiping sugars from our cool-aid
Who made the sky red and swallowed the sun
And spoke the word of light to enlighten the mass of everyone
Ummm, I
don't get fed up
My people rise, my people fight
My people do alright
My people walk with pride and
We're marchin' side by side and
My people laugh,
across the room like lovers from the moon
Dancing all night to the tune of lovers from the moon
I'm not afraid to walk hand in hand
I think we were
that's fly by night for you and the sky I write
For in these cold Chi night's moon, you my light
If heaven had a height, you would be that tall
Ghetto
Love has no limit, let's spend it slow forever
I know your heart is weathered by what studs did to you
I ain't gon' assault 'em 'cause I probably did
that's fly by night for you and the sky I write
For in these cold Chi night's moon, you my light
If heaven had a height, you would be that tall
Ghetto
Love has no limit, let's spend it slow forever
I know your heart is weathered by what studs did to you
I ain't gon' assault 'em 'cause I probably did
And sex and a tingle is where they assumin' it land
But that's fly by night for you and the sky I write
For in these cold Chi night's moon, you my light
it,
The president and the congress won't do it
The un won't do it, the h-bomb won't do it,
The sun and the moon won't do it
And god won't do it,
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