Lyrics:
That day, I notice he's posted it
On his Instagram, with the caption
"They getting married on
A hill in Malibu" By the next morning, for
Whatever reason,
steals off his crown
You know they'll be lost and I'll be found
Cause I'm three hundred and sixty eight down
Three hundred, three hundred
stomp on that forty eight eight, hit the gas
Rick Owens pants, they lay to relax
Crocodile Dundee, Don C on my hat
Alligator shoe on the pedal when I
we'll rise above,
In our dangerous love, forever bound by love
City of Glass
[Verse 1]
In the city of glass, where the sky meets the edge,
A world
to God all I fear
Is Allah so why try me?
Cross me get crucified, why would I lie akhi?
You look like the Predator by prey
(pray) on God akhi
They say if
Got baguettes by the bouquet
They compare me with Wu-Tang (yeah, yeah)
Buy a Benz for the boo thang (yeah)
We turned a Section 8 'partment
If by chance I see your face
I'll be dazzled by the magic in your eyes
They look so sweet, yes, they do
If by chance we should happen to meet
'm like that
I'll bust you up (Yeah, yeah, gang)
Dead right on 8 street
P Yungin off on Pack Street
Drop your loc', we meet up
Make them pussies have
to meet me 'cause (I'm a flirt)
And baby don't bring your girlfriend to eat 'cause (I'm a flirt)
Please believe it, unless your game is tight and you trust
now they say i'm gifted
I was working on my craft before i put commitment
I traded friends for eight-o-eights, somehow i know i didn't
I traded friends
jury be VVSes
Kated by DTSes
Like Khalid shit we the best and
I tell em hoes I don't wanna talk
Just leave a message
Automatic stash boxes so they
Can
and I ain't even in Miami
Handlin' with my man 'nem in Atlanta
And they play me 'cause they know
I bring the kinda shit you feelin as I'm sayin it
I
beer beer drinkin' eight ball
Got kinda high and, uh, kinda drunk
Beer drinkin' beer beer drinkin' eight ball
I'm sittin' at the bar with a hundred
needs (Jesus, Lord)
Sittin' by myself, I'm just thinkin'
About all I've been through, I wish I was dreamin' (Jesus)
Man, it's hard to be an angel
needs (Jesus, Lord)
Sittin' by myself, I'm just thinkin'
About all I've been through, I wish I was dreamin' (Jesus)
Man, it's hard to be an angel
bigger
They want to meet with me tonight at seven o'clock (so what's up nigga?)
What you wanna do? (What you wanna do?)
I got the gauge, a Uzi, and my
bigger
They want to meet with me tonight at seven o'clock (so what's up nigga?)
What you wanna do? (What you wanna do?)
I got the gauge, a Uzi, and my
8am she yours
Knock her down gotta clown cause I'm stuck in my ways
Yea meet me outside just meet me out
Meet me outside just meet me out
Meet me
out the grind
While they was playing Madden and Live
Now when them numbers tally up they in the back of the line
Eight One Five, get rowdy, rowdy, get
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8
Eight beautiful notes
I play eight notes they sound like this
When I play
thirty-eight in his waist
But when you live by the gun you die by the same fate
End up, dead before thirty-eight and umm
That's the life of us raised by
'm a survivor Nigga I'm a fucking slime
They don't know when I was riding by myself
I let off fye
Like damn eight why you ain't tell me
I ain't no talking guy
down by Avalon
And I will show you
It ain't why, why, why
It just is.
Would you meet me in the country
Can you meet me in the long grass
In
, know it's strange
Hit you in the left eye
Hold the change
Bitch you too heavy to carry
You don't wanna bury yourself
Underneath that eight O eight I
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