Lyrics:
it lock and try to stretch me nine
On this explore page, think this where I'ma find my wife
I kept it real from the jump, fuck this music junk
But
Um, so that was just kinda my shot at like anybody who feels like oh like
You should-you should've settled by now
Um, I... love... my space
I love my
Swing by come taste this (Come taste this)
I'm sure it's gon' revive your taste provide some space
To grind stop hating (To grind stop hating)
of social media
Don’t want to spread the truth to come out like a encyclopedia
Wonder why I make love songs when I have love for myself
I know that I’m single
and connect all of you!
I just wanna...
I just wanna...
I don't know a thing...
My words are flying in the soundwave
Created by my voice!
Echo is lost again!
I
positive that feels real good about themselves, loves themselves
I want y'all to repeat after me
And maybe those few haters, they'll tag along aight?
through?
No one sees us and lives to tell the tale
Nobody knows, unless they're that one
I knew him too, was his friend
But all good things come to an end
Her glistening
She displayed her
Body calmly, as a good thing
She got under the sheet
"Come on, lover man" i got in
She kissed with abandon but without
Clear the space
Your brain was a terrible thing to waste
After realizin, to master enterprisin
I ain't have ta be in school by ten, I was in
Began
life
The hegemon of all things wise
Desperately trying to hold to the fact that he was chosen by a loved one and not corrupting wisdom for the sake
a skill
You can hold your horses, Headless Horseman's at your service
Come to separate the fake from the real
Sherlock Holmes did some digging, caught you
And maybe those few haters, they'll tag along aight?
Y'all ready? Come on, one two three
Now first of all love god (love god)
Love myself (love myself)
positive that feels real good about themselves, loves themselves
I want y'all to repeat after me
And maybe those few haters, they'll tag along aight?
sides to every story, but my story's no lie
For real I got moves to make, and dues to pay
See I struggle and hustle gotta make it one day
That's why I
sound?
If I was in love witcha, now you wanna clown
Fuck with them clowns until I pound on your crown
Bust a few rounds and the cops come and get me
mistakes but faith I kept
And now I'm onto major things and yes I'm blessed
Night by night from dusk 'til dawn
What's meant to be will come to light so just
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
Keeping on you're gonna put me in the ground I thought
Leave it to yourself and let me make a sound or not
You're playing games
Come and seek me out until
G.I.s dressed with automatic rifles and fully armed for battle, fanned out on maneuvers through the woods, backed up by a dozen Blackhawk attack
Herb in the mornin' for my breakfast
A pear from the tree for my lunch
One more toke before I exit
I plan to take the day how it come
Prisoners
I spent my whole life observing things around me
Couldn't find the answer until hip hop found me
The fact that other people felt the same pain I felt
And maybe those few haters, they'll tag along aight?
Y'all ready? Come on, one two three
Now first of all love god (love god)
Love myself (love myself)
Been sitting up some nights
Haunted by the phantoms of a dream
Your name is up in lights
'Cause baby, things are not what they seem
Silence
got no options
No remedy for the things I can't see
This disease can’t be cured by a doctor
Medicating only take me lower
Smoking weed make the days
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