Lyrics:
on the devils wing
We shouldn’t really give two sh*ts
About what anybody think (F u)
By the time you realize the beauty of life
It would be over by the second
Marvin Gaye
By noventa seis I was living
In a city adjacent to a couple of places
Leave you black and blue if you be wearing red
Have you spilling red if
a vapor
Silly bitch u not a kid
But u are a fucking
Hater
Roll down my windows
When I ride by
Bitches giving side eye
Blow a kiss to her nigga
Why he
Have you waited for long
I’ve been crawling around
Trying find a way to walk
Through these godless times
Learning my lesson
By study my damn
but mites slid in
Chewed what they could of the wood
Left what he wanted him and the paper, haunted
By the toxic vapors
Soon to be a fat lard, out
a Philly or RAW papers
I can feel it in the air, the smoke screen, steam the vapor
I get up on the mic and move the crowd like a poltergeist
You catch
why you can't explain why your hands up
Everybody's going through the same thing
Stuck inside, trying to find a way
Come on
You should know by now,
the streets surrounded by chalk
I knew what you was doing from the start, but couldn't stop
Squeezing with your hands around my heart till it pops (pop)
accountant been stuffin up my account with numbers by the bundles til the summit tell me what the sum is everything i summoned by the summer will be under my
die in em ditches
God by ma side live in em scriptures
Known to take the biggest leap of fates
Leaving rappers in they weakest states
To ma foes ain't
poking
Got the 8th letter hidden by Issey Miyake knitting
Mostly I’m a flexer, but I can be soft-spoken
Balmain britches
Balmain britches
Bring em to my
of this somehow
Could be gotten over
We can keep going and we will but)
Waiting for the snow to fall
A cloudy angel wept
And while the world was frenzied
By
and juice me (for what?) for my papers
The offer me a mule (and what else?) and 40 acres
I'm dissing snakes now, there's no time to catch the vapors
I'm not
genre's got a hold on you.
Get up on the vapor, 'cause the solid's tough to hold onto.
There's a promise in the back room. See it written in
they shuffled people to die of gaseous vapors
Their children stood by
They took the flesh and put it into cans
Now they have to face our deadly
your head
Lover, oh, lover, you tear my flesh
And the wolves are at my throat
And vapor is my breath in the cold Mack truck
Surrounded by the wolves,
healin' is produced with the science of man
You should keep your eye on it if you rely on it
Chase whatever makes you want to change vapor
Understanding
know that you'll soon go crazy just like a whittling stick
hit by the coming daylight cut up in a quick succession
a pointed confession really
Feel the vapor pressure drop as the dark
steam pours out the entrance
Real cold world is swirling in to a club that keeps the life world out
Where
Waters
Move in waves
Vapor
Skies repaid
Love Reigns
Returning
Coalesced
Mercury
The storm is heard only by peace
Flooding
All symbols
Widowed
as brightly As your latest masterpiece All efforts' fruition in such a wondrous offspring How did you manage a piece so perfect? Entrancing passers-by to lock
Embraced by the fluidic abyss I adore
Engulfed in beauty that I cannot see
Pressure mounting on its floor
Granulated rock shifts beneath my feet
From the haze in your chambers
To the legs on the stage
I'm consumed by your danger
I can lose my restraint yeah
I can take you even further
Oh
the mucus produced by a cough
One day you'll say "you're peering top-down into me"
When the light pollution parking lot cabals
Fall asleep in
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