Lyrics:
don't know when the fuck to fold em
Like kenny rogers know when to hold em
Bastards that think they run the fuckin block
Ya they ain't ever gonna leave
know, when we get together we're always grooving
To You Know I'm No Good by Amy and you prove it
That, "hello," was just an introduction to those two lips
the old Logic, the one that flow like a faucet
I'm still the same me, they just don't believe it like they Agnostic
If I spit over the Boom-Bap, then they
slicing
And I always want more bloodshed and fucking violence
Pick it up baby, I guess I'm out onto the town again
Reek havoc, that's the only way that
being ignored
I’m a pretty emo boy that’s dying inside
I hate my home and I hate my life
I hate my heart and I hate my knife
It don’t cut deep enough, I’m
bang it out, outside lets get
No room for no talk, that's how hot it get
Had to come check on your temperature
Just to see upfront how hot do you get
quit
Mr. Shrink, I'm sick, a lunaticky-tick
The doctor told me I'm a psycho
So I ate his face like I don't know
Knife to the neck and got some more
feet deep
Agony, no frustration more keen
When the one thing you want
Is a thing that you've not even seen
I've found a casket entirely of glass
o'neal
I ain't fuss bout how I feel
Cause I'm better by the morn
You been boasting bout your problems
But your problems make me yawn
Don't try talk to me
I
the man
I can't win, there's no way I'm handling that
If I run then I'm a neek, but if I don't then I'm a fool
So on road I'm looking happy but I'm
bitches, they sticky like glue
I fuck on that bitch then I disappear
That bitch did not have a clue
All of these niggas ain't gettin' no money
I know that
George
Ian got hands but I'm punching that nigga like Floyd
Niggas can't catch me I'm Pele
Swear to the grace if they catch me not talking no Kenny
Free
Station, you ain't finding me
I swear to God that no one on this Earth
Deserve to on me
Yeah, I'm fucked up again and I'm sorry
Know that you don't care, my
tell?
Whole team turning 30 like that album by Adele
Its 90Sitcom like fresh prince or saved by the bell
Them streams don't count if you just playing em
is more, you saved my life,
Eye for eye and tooth for tooth, your love cuts like a knife,
My thoughts of you don't ever rest, they'd kill me if I
runnin'
Screamin' "HDOE" that's the Gunsmith
(HDOE) i start, no stoppin' (No)
My AK, it got me (Grrah)
I don't feel the same no more
I'm really feelin'
Yeah
I guess I gotta cut the tension
And face the music, this shouldn't be the place to do it
But I don't wanna run from questions, like
What
And I got you bitch she on my dick
And my head been sick since like age of six
When I found that knife and cut my wrist
I'm yelling fuck that
Not no news
more now
It's platinum, now a days we put the gold down
We stepped it up, y'all don't ever want a showdown
Get wetted up by the sleeve that leave
fucking pussy
Don't be swinging knife
I've got Kenny by my bed
I'll probably sniff in the night
But at least I'm not a slag
Giving top left and right
Cos
don't wanna hit you no more (why?), You too burned out (woo)
Plus I heard (what?), Your friend a squirter (she was a squirter)
You cannot tell me you
and happiness)
And every night
Nobody lives by the code of the street no more
I'm sayin'
I just wanna be happy, that's all I don't ask for much
It makes me
make sure he shake
Murder verse, first forty-eight
Manslaughter, nearly caught a case
I crack heads more than base
Stack bread when I orchestrate, that
that y'all, ya don't stop
C'mon throw ya hands in the air
Brand Nubian'll rock the sure shot
In the air, in the air
Word is bond, we got it goin
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