Lyrics:
tiny flowers
But all that lives is born to die
And so I say to you that nothing really matters
And all you do is stand and cry
I don't know what
green stuff
Provided to you by sack man
Pacman how in the fuck do you think we gon' do that, man?
Ridin' round Old National on eighteens without no
It's just something bout the moon and the stars
And the dark blue sky that turns me on
I be chillin' in the day by the time somthing down
Gotta get
I don't wanna friend
I just want someone to talk to
But I think I gotta block you
All by myself, all by myself
I don't need your lies
I just need
up in da hood watchin my homies take the pressure
That's why I chose to be a mic-checka
What you gon' do?
You gon' ball?
You gon' fall?
Let em knock u
the park with a heavy heart
And waited til her lips turn blue
Waiting in show, she blamed it on the snow
That fell into the back of your shoe
Said
up with macking skills
Now she gottem where he lives
He don't know the true deal
Blue Pill his life sealed
Poisoned him he laying still
She didn't
gotta know the difference
It's a crazy world we living in
Everybody want the power and that word, to 50 cent
Tell me why I'm hated by so many, many, many
wondering
If the golden temple is standing or crumbling
Turned into dust to be blown by them three winds
I've got a real bad case of St. Augustine blues
And I
makin songs like "Ol' Blue Eyes"
that make the whole world sing..
It's alright if you don't understand me, it wasn't meant to be
Cause it's hard enough
randos
I wanna live by the law, but still think like a vandal
I wanna get exercise, but I'm too lazy to workout
I want all the finer things, but don't
something new, Adblad is gone
I'm learning how to live on my own
It's not easy you know, to be all alone
But it's the only way I know
Don't hate on Gatsby
A penitentiary that only lets the oxygen out
I wasn't ready for a version of the truth to get out
I'm getting desperate, I wouldn't want to fester
In another
All of it
Hit or miss
Nothing stays
Nothing lives forever
But
What's that gotta do
With this?
What's that?
What's that?
What's that gotta
Do with this?
what it is
By only focusing on what it's not
But now I'm starting to see
That my happiness has always been up to me
And now I'm starting to see
Ramblin' Rose
(Noel Sherman - Joe Sherman)
Ramblin' rose, ramblin' rose
Why you ramble heaven knows
Wild and wind blown, that's how you've grown
Who
don't spend
No trust another man a that you fi know then
All the gyal dem weh yo deh
Wid you fi study round dem
This yah one yah is G Rated
The harder we play
The faster we fall
When we think that we know it all
We know nothing at all
The letter arrives
Like a bolt from the blue
conversations with Yah, say a prayer for them
Ain't gotta prove shit and I won't waste my time
So if all lives matter, bitch don't play with mine
That's the only
what no other can
Take my sight so I see You again
Walk not by sight but I trust in Your plan
I don't trust in stuff that comes from this land
The night
don't wanna live
That decision is hella childish
Rose gold for my old hoes
They ain't satisfied then I sit 'em down
10th grade, I gave her all shade
Aye
Aye
Young don nigga
Cool Money
MDG
2200
Aye Aye
I ain't no killer but don't push me
That boy was talking crazy had to lay up in his bushes
All
complacent
Pulling out all the weeds that our lives that we facing
Take a breath and sit back its a lot to take in
Eyes wide open seeing all the lives that we
Yeah
I'm giving a shoutout
To all of the friends that I've made ever since I moved over here to Montreal
I've since grown close to you all
You people
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