Lyrics:
about heroin
I talked once before, now I want to preach
I want to start by saying
I heared heroin talking one more time and said
From where I came,
a better
Place ain't nowhere
Else they rather be
Do all dogs
Go to heaven
It's hard to tell
Cause the way
Me and mine stepping
We move like melly
In these
catfish max and Naïve
When I fuck from the back I'll be
Pulling her weave yeah
Come in the game on a ratchet lil shit
Come in the game on a ratchet lil shit
talking
They wanna see me to my grave
I must be a fucking dead man walking
This empty house must be haunted
'Cause I don't see a soul but I can hear them
pull myself together, im all over the place
Gotta keep my head in the game, for goodness sake
In this world full of happenings that seem strange
I fill
this comes from a really raw place, I hope this reaches someone that needs to here it - you're not alone)
I got wasted
You ever look back to a certain
stone, that those who do hear cannot again return
Home
Razzamatazz, there's nothing on my shoulder, lust is a must, shaving my
Head's made me
Bolder,
cannot again return home
Left Voice (Morrison, Tucker)
Razzamatazz, there's nothing on my shoulder, lust is a must, shaving my head's made me bolder,
I’m in Wisconsin, home of the cheese and cows
You gotta know how we be now
I don’t give a shit about this game
This is rap, but I think it’s kinda
compliment
The only time I'd lay him down would have to be
In the same exact way
Same place that a coffin is
Don't think I'm only talking shit
I am not your
Yeah, niggas talking all that gangsta shit
Acting like my money ain't no good in the hood; you know what I mean?
Fucking head blown off, nigga; you
Those are facts so I don't wanna hear
All this big money shit like
You be hustlin' matter of fact
You say one thing I don't like tonight
I'ma be petty
Talking on the telephone like Yak Yak Yak
Must be the pheromones, get back back back
Talking on the telephone like Yak Yak Yak
Leave me the hell
cheap gold on my neck yes Im ballin on a budget
Now the moment that I turned on this mic I would but in your head leave it with crucial concussion//
But
talking bout right here,
let me tell you niggas something
You can be anything in this World that you want, except for my downfall.
Check this
[Verse 2]
and after that you will be righteous folk by
Repenting before committing the sin
One from among them said, Do not kill Joseph, but if you must do something,
pollinated by the "Be"
Pac called it the rose that rose from concrete
How do you define divine that finds street?
"Hip bop," the color of my leaves
Not
can't even act like this is how we
Are supposed to interact
Cause the fact is
The only way I see you laugh now is an emoji
You must have caught me
must come down (shit)
But we ain't coming down, it be them same ole' clowns
Aiming your pound pretending they proud
But when you leave town they go
swear to god we was lit
But this this place that made me if i gotta admit
Don't know where i'd be if i was still moving bricks
Prolly dead or in jail
and he should be right with you
Thanks. It's uh, this door right here, right?
Mm-hmm, thank you
Grab a seat
Thanks I'm Dave very nice to meet
Dave, what
blessings
Grateful for all my confessions, just
Get out of ya head and stop stressin, trust
There's more to this life than we see, must
Be something greater
wit' work to flip
Smack, why you let us connect
Together? Like cursive writ'?
He a beta, I'ma alpha bet
(alphabet) this be a 30 clip
This clown be
hold my thoughts this Is misleading
Surrender, there Is no treaty. Throat gets tighter (stop breathing)
Alone and prone By phone screaming, crying In
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