Lyrics:
child
Im a problem grab your child & hide em
LA's monster from hells surface
Eath tyga man..nigga whats your purpose
Sittin here thinkin when they put
There comes a son, a son of angels
Carrying an empty glass
Trying to fill it to the surface
Well tell your thirst love has passed
You carry on,
got to fly away
Yeah, yeah, yeah
[Verse 1]
Look sometimes it ain't worth it
A lovely outer surface
A pity party I'm throwin'
Sometimes I feel so
(serve)
I got the molly and percocets serve em (serve)
Big bills, big wave (big bills)
Cook it up, soufflé (cook it up)
Beat it up, by Quay (beat it up)
him
Gravitating through the surface hear 'em commenting
See I'm trying to make you nervous, have your palms sweaty
I be feeling like I'm noble, I'm
take a Navy SEAL to get me, when I surface
If not chips to Benz is the purpose
On your team I'll pull the curtain, a beautiful hurtin
'Til my eyes see
a bear papa, hunnid kush, roll it
Nigga try to see me, get kilt by appointment
Your son wanna be me, get fly in the Lambo
Hello, I'm ballin'
Ain't shit
If it's alright i'm taking my heart out and
Leaving it by your bedside
Usually giving you this cuz it feels right
Feels right only after one night,
(ha) said she wanna ride 'pon my bike
Said she won't give it up
Without putting up a fight (woo)
Every ting run good in the night
'Til the police surface
My name is Joseph Perez
Um, I go by SentRock
I do visual art
I said, "Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah"
Now I'm
and apron, over a flame bakin'
Niggaz take it for granted until they layin' dead on the granite
Innocent bystanders get shot by standin'
Y'all better duck
the bad times I fear myself
I'm off the deep end, watch as I dive in
I'll never meet the ground
Crash through the surface, where they can't hurt us
surrounds?
It's so loud, there's nothing to block out
I'm not proud of the emptiness following me everywhere I go
Lurking just beneath fragile surface
hearts on red alert
The surface will heal
But its feelin' like a permanent hurt
What were you thinkin when you fell in love
What were you thinkin in
the abstract a mind never challenged
Is the bearer of merciless fate
All you can feel is the loss of who you are
By force or by fire, by force or by flame
from hurricanes to a slow rain
Your thoughts are so plane, I rearrange your whole frame
Until my whole name grow out your brain like Rogaine
Letter by
classics is what they used to say before
Now we break the surface quiet like an alligator nose
They hate it, cuz they know if they don't get it, then they
a crown
I need to get born, I need to get dead
I'm sick of the forms, I'm sick of being misread
By men in dashikis and their lefist weeklies
Colonized
freezing jungle
One step more he'll stir your senses scratch your surface and nail your head
Murdered angels
Bodies in bedlam
A women scorned
You can't
that I make
Doesn't make friends for friendship's sake
She just gets bored sitting by the lake
Her soul won't surface and her heart won't ache
of course nothing stays the same, you'll see
Black river
Black river
Black river
And if I scratch the surface and try to look to learn it
Oh, what fantastic
your morals only run as deep as the surface
Cool - groovy - morning - fine
(If white)
Tipper Gore was a friend of mine
(America)
I love a free
are
We got Main Street eyes
Watchin' as the big boys roll by
Under rotten television skies
We got Main Street eyes
I saw a kitten squashed in
I'm tryna find a surface to stand on
What's it gonna be? (Yeah, yeah)
I'm wonderin' where the bodies will land
What's it gonna
I think my gut's
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