Lyrics:
a notebook
Fightin with this pen
Cradling nothing but
Dreams in both these hands
You people don't understand
My philosophy's in demand
You won't meet
Nobody
on
Mud in your eye
You asked my hand
Hired a band
"In your heart is all that you need
Ask and you will receive" it is said
I threw my bouquet
And I
after bottle till we got messed up
In the studio, with Really Doe, yeah, he next up
People askin' me if I'm gon' give my chain back
That'll be the same
after bottle till we got messed up
In the studio, with Really Doe, yeah, he next up
People askin' me if I'm gon' give my chain back
That'll be the same
cakes, we never half-baked
Alaskan, sexcapade, push your new court dates
Trauma, hands is like candy canes, lay my balls on ice
The branches in my weed
cakes, we never half-baked
Alaskan, sexcapade, push your new court dates
Trauma, hands is like candy canes, lay my balls on ice
The branches in my weed
hear ya voice
What happened to free will it seems I have no choice
My soul is in demand but I'll leave it in ya hands
It ain't a janky deal cuz you're
rolling off my hands bigger profits
Trigger finger itching cause I know they wanna get me
Niggas tried to rob me but they wasnt fucking wit me
Its fucked
out cause he couldn't find another
I jerked him with my hand and I put it in my mouth
Nah, I ain't do that, what am I talking about
Cause I ain't even
shit, I feel like I can do anything now
Who can catch lightin' in a bottle, set fire to water
Comin' out the nozzle on a fire hose, flyer than
gone stop by
Seen Little Key and them, it was two or three of them
Standin' in the line he said "I'ma pay for me and them"
Pulled his money out,
to escape this but
I’m stuck in my own bed
Let me take you back
The beginning of all this
My life with the flower
I was given to use this
To free me save me
the truth in happiness
when I'm getting high
But truth is, I'm on my Talib in this life, getting by
It's like I'm always searching
trying to find my moment
I
Biggest Anchor
I know what I'm here for
I just hit this switch
I was fallin' waste side, had to get it fixed
I get right back in my tunnel when I'm
the nerves ignore the pain
Repetition needs a friend
I have a 12 gauge resting in my hands
How 'bout we get this party started right
And use a bullet for each
the one, you made me better
You are my love, now and forever
Every night I dream of you and me together
My future in your hands, I can’t imagine nothing
back again (keep your hands up)
We back, we back, we back, we back, we back, we back
I remember the days of prayin' my chips be right
Louie the 13,
and now I’m writing songs (Songs) this ain’t no love
Song but I hope this shit put me on (On) bottle
In my hand I drink it tell it’s all gone (Gone)
I never
the gardeners
I'm going back homeboy if you pardon this
Going back back tonight
I'm going back so I write the right
If you love me put your hands in the air
Put
heads
We never slept like normal kids, no, we'd sit straight up in bed
He was my friend, a friend
We can all be friends
If we just let this little hurt
in the ocean floor
This pen is killing my right hand but i can't let go
Cuz i gotta let go of all this hurt and anger that i can't let grow
Gotta cast
Worldwide, look
All of my pain is on the pictures in my enemy's frame
Written in blood, my ambition is driven by thugs
Got two glock nines and I fill them with
sins
This is why I hope and trust
Infact my eyes are on you
The spirit is willing
But
Flesh is weak
Still your grace exceed
Like king David in Psalm 51
I
of sleeping
For twenty-two years my mum was doing the cleaning
Dreaming that her kids would have a better life
Go in bed at night, struggling with getting by
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