Lyrics:
food that
Is really really trash
I'm just really hungry, this shit is garbage
Live performance of PILOT
I recorded Cherry Bomb in
Random houses
a prescription, got me feelin' godly
They normalize the drugs when a nigga family is zombies
What you say 'bout the Mozzy? They don't play 'bout the Mozzy (yeah)
the norm
I'm gonna take the world by storm, just give this one listen more
If you ain't pick up what I said, you ain't really about it
This ain't slinging
Fuck you
Them hoes too
Your text won’t come through
Can’t focus on you
Yeah babe
You're old news
Ah
Play games I play too
I was weak once for you
off water
And some exaggerated rhyme
So if bein' hard ain't in your heart
Then don't start niggas'll tear your weak mind apart
Bitch, your old man
Things fall apart when the center too weak to hold ya'll
I'm just collecting what you owed to my old jawn
You bout to get swooped down on and stoled
I'm willing to ride for the clique
Undersized, still the heart of a giant inside of him
Raw raps
It sounds sanitized when you spit
Vandalize any
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
green
I gotta eat on the go Day
I hope they told you that everything that Soul say don't go a long way, what?
A ho in Chipotle, no
This is food for
Black Thought, yo, the skill assisted
By the Mal-ik B
The symbol you remember me to be type valid
Disastrous, the master just bust
This for the listener
was speaking from my heart
Guess my heart was really blind
Now my heart is really broke
You cant laugh this ain’t a joke
How am I supposed to cope
Saw
burstin, till yo' mama cryin
I defy your whole crew, ya'll niggaz weak
It could be on officially, if you had heart
Nigga you overrated, props old decayin
Not
The thesis will persist
As any good thesis visit its case for instruction
I must get this off my chest buzzing
The Antichrist is not me and it is you
and the king is old and weak.
The princess has come of age, but still the gift of life they
seek.
In the chambers of crimson sleep.
In this vault
higher power, you’ll become time too
Rhyming tryna make it out of the people zoo
Ran by the evil, unknowingly paid for by the sheeple
This game is
of the stormy weather
Pleasure and pain is all in this trip
Only scripts to flip is these old Mo Thug hits
This click of soldiers, who keep it real until
is what you make of it
And I'm makin' a lot of it
See that's a quadruple entendre
Jay Z eat your heart out
Joell Ortiz, Brooklyn, New York
But
Don stepped outside
I wish there would be a fire
Who keeps a dead tree
This is not an exit
How many times can you go to sleep
And wake up again
to help me
Even when you were born
You were six weeks old, this one is not even Africa, it's this nation
I was on the streets for three years
I have
and hummingbird hearts
At the Player's Ball, Brioni suits, y'all birds watch
As real millionaire, shit'll take place
Evil as Hitler's hate-race people
This is
tattoos
Do not act rash boy your life is hanging by a thread
You get two strikes on the third filleting you instead
Thunderclap flash, zenny stance
of the pale heavens arise
Let mine be the surface of the skin you desire
In my blood, in my cum, in my sweat, come alive
For your sake we'll eat our sons
him again
That ain't true
Yeah it is
The real world is really unreal and
No none of that's true
While the wildest
You're just making this up to scare
the devil up, this industry, we fucking up
Broken is a place for the weak, I swear I've been laced for a week
Man, you gotta play it backwards just to hear
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