Lyrics:
Room, in the ass I hear, while
I was locked outside with Paula by a mischievous Patty, and my Then girlfriend Prissy was at
Work as a waitress at IHOP
right under your chair (under your chair)
200 right up on my dash, my coupe right here (skrr)
Throw it up, don't be scared
I was throwin' up and it was
Seventeen years in a dead end job
Telling his dreams to a deaf eared God
Hanging on tight by a single thread
Praying for a change
Everything you
a three-year-old
All your favorite babies, Minnie blanket on the bed
Another stitch from the weaving of your life's thread
And bring this feeling with you everywhere
mama, please come home
I’m hanging by a thread and I don’t have long
The spirit is willing but the body’s almost gone
Come on home mama, hurry home
I’m
a year layover, yeah, yeah
Can't get out of bed, feelin' like I'm fuckin' dead
I ain't makin' no more bread, hangin' on by a thread
Don't pay attention
Soon I open it’s a line down the street
Go do a head count
1000 dollar sheets
Wen I sleep
Go check the thread count
Yet a to find a face I
inner demons, mind confused. Father's words tangled threads, spirit frayed, lost misled.
ct three years, dark appeared, trust betrayed, all is seared.
To someone who can't, do what I do
And she would never do it back, oh
Time passes by, my feelings were lost in time
I lived a lie, for a year
You are
sucked late at night by a fuckin' transvestite
Still on probation for stranglin' my boy Jason
Should be taking my medication, it's 9 to 10 I'm facin'
to the horizon
Wide-eyed, new ground
Humbled by my new surroundings
I am a citizen of the planet
My president is kwan yin
My frontier is on an airplane
They said I gave em too much
All these years passed
Shit,I haven't gave enough
They been asking for this music
Since I was a tiny thug
They knew that
a white boy get tossed
Got 200 bullets, young 8-bit get mobbed
No, I am peaceful, I just want to walk
Run up on a 12 year old that boy get dropped
Empty yo'
Highway 40 roll on by
If I could reach across the
Distance for a moment
I'd steal the sadness from her eyes
It's February and the weather's
Clear
Lights are down
No one's around
But faces in the glass
Where did they go nobody knows
But everybody asks
The one they loved for so many years
it be like run your coat black
Jupiter, keeps her fat beats by the pack
Where I'm from, nappy hair is life
We be reading Marx where I'm from
Blues
Stand By Rita behind Lovely Guitars
Rita's Lovely Guitars Club Band
Your Lovely Heart mad to Love
Another Year of Guitars france on My Mind
Stairway
with America's #1 DJ, Funkmaster Flex
In collaboration with America's, pardon me, #1 independent rap label, Dipset
And right now I'm accompanied by
Yeah, he go by the name of I Dub, straight from Scottsdale where the rock sell
And we Disturbing tha Peace, four years strong and still just gettin'
Please save me from myself
Almost a year now
And I'm still hanging by a thread
If it was love that I'm feeling now
I wouldn't let it sway
If it
Since 2020 I been on a mission (Ye)
Ever since I been going hard
Life ain't easy but I try to hold it down
One year gone, think I figured out my
beggin' for more
I got the dough cuh so she hit the door
Play with the gang by you started a war
I'm goin' crazy this year
Look at my VVs soo clear (Ice)
the tangled threads that keep you tied to husks of false hopes, fossilized
If these years still wait for those who will be more merciless than history
To burn
Turn yo $500 to $5000, issa scam
Flip yo $200 to $2000, issa scam
Book a flight half price, issa scam
Hit the mall and go swipe, issa scam
Issa
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