Lyrics:
to get your fuckin throat slit
I wanna call Gus and hang you by your pedo wrists
This is not a threat, just a little wish
Also scammy fake mechanics do
don't care what you think, spit some fire in one blink
I feel like this motherfucking track is missing the missing link
I looked for it everywhere, even
And your growth is admirable
But hey I would of love to hop on this track
Nigga this a stick up pick up
Put the fucking information in the bag
I see you
dangerous
You would though and you died for me, what I been tryna see
Yet still I'm blinded by this blasphemy
Removed from my parental use to lose it in
KWIRK
Captain?s log; Stardate: 3.142857--Aw, forget about it! This is Captain Kwirk on the Starship Intercourse. Thrusting its way through space,
mind
And I push you out the door
Faster than I did last time
The last line, the punchline
This is lunchtime so we can dine
This, you can’t even be like
Shit, this is even for the elderly in rocking chairs
Worst thing to be at yall age, is not aware
When they ask you why u was letting life pass you by
For
these hopeless nights, dreaming 'bout the limelight
But everything is nothing, if there's no-one left to share it with
So this one is for you, my rose, my
in a year
Now times that by 3, that's 15 and I'm only 21
But you might get the track a year from now, March 12th, 2021
Hmm, maybe I'll name the track 3
Sway this is a dream of mine
Before I even rhyme
I don't want to be defined by
These rhyme scheme of mine
They put me in a box labeled
"too ahead
be different to make a difference
Stop living life in them old pages
My time is short and my chances slim
That's why I speak with bold phrases...
What
a blacked out dream
Until my last breath I hope my heart's been fully accessed
Past this and my regrets I hope you're all in past tense
(Marry a girl
gets real messy
This beat is kicking like its last name is Messi
Beat you 11 to 1, have you crying for your papi
Little boy you need to get checked,
fades into black
And I'll make you believe one last time
It's like we're running crazy 8s 'round the track
playing Saints Row
One level on the track, I didn't do cane rows, I was really making sure all this green goes
So I have no days off, it went in hard but
And as he bounced the last track
He forgot to leave the autotune on
Woo scary
Come on grandpa that's a lame story
Yeah
Do you have anything that's
borrowed time
I got a reason to be that give me reason to rap
See I made me this beat just so you know I'm on track
I got reasons to leave but this keeps
so sit back and relax cuz my job here is To intimidate these tracks
All of my life I've been tryna make some digits but
Every time i fuck around
which is deeper down in florida than the fucking
muck we be musing on for our lives and their
muhfuckin' amusement, here, at this beautiful
museum.
it's the D.R.E.
Since the last time you heard from me, I lost some friends
Well, hell, me and Snoop, we dippin' again (ah)
Kept my ear
dawg two-somethin' just to shoot somethin'
Left them niggas stretched out on the train tracks
Rather you than me, here come that payback
Got 'em
is payin' Rolling Stone for these covers and stories?
Smuggle with more than a bunch of lies
Their cheese truffled with fries, I
Started this year
Uh
My monologue is so boring
I'm doing this pretty often
Last track is so damn long
But that's a really important song
Making money from my daddy's
threats given by clowns
I guess livin' is prison when you live around clowns
I'm hexed cursed worse I been blessed first
I thought I was abnormal cause I
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