Lyrics:
counting the votes on yourself
With the ref, calling the game between your frames
I'm on the corner jumping cain, to every lane that walk by uhh
Stop
the mask,
Running down my face, bound by tacks and paste.
What the crickets see is between you and me...
What the scarecrows think would turn your
know they ain’t ready
Ready like spaghetti jayjay said it well, why they all actin petty
Pussy got no smell and it’s gettin all wetty
Had the tits bare,
the fuck down
You know damn well
You gotta chill on that
Attitude
Mother fuckin
God damn it you
Don't think I know that
But this here
This a dark beat
So
random amount you'll end up mad at me
I shift rapidly no need to ask me what I'm doing
By the time you find out my move one I'm twenty two-in
By the time
random amount you'll end up mad at me
I shift rapidly no need to ask me what I'm doing
By the time you find out my move one I'm twenty two-in
By the time
goals and find fine folks yellow flannel
And know that time will always change the channel
Cuz seconds slip by at a lightning fast pace
And you don't got
like thumb tack
I'm tryna leave here how I came fully intact
Car collisions and bang outs now how you love that
Just got a scratch on my neck and a nigga
as sharp as a tack
And our minds are just blown by all for which you have a knack
And by who you are, the sum more than its parts
So this pride and joy daily
counting the votes on yourself
With the ref, calling the game between your frames
I'm on the corner jumping cain, to every lane that walk by uhh
Stop
colors
Tick tacks on round wire
Spun steel spark on three rail thin lines
Late, by act of Congress and blue all the way to Forest Park
And this
respected and revered
Let God lead you, don't be led by fear
Gotta lot to do better be prepared
Chorus:
Well Well Well
Well Well Well Well Well
Well Well
Through windows by my bed
Miles away I rest my weary head
Next to you
No coldness in my eye
Cut the skin and take my sorry hide
Cover you
Make
accomplished these wonderful feats
The blackfish sings out next to
"Ríse tacks and sheets"
Blow you winds westerly, westerly blow
We're bound for the south'ard
underneath him and his pockets full of time
And I can hear his spurs a jinglin' the chimes of his slappin' tack
As his horse lopes up a ridge with the moon
You only get a single chance
The rules are very plain
The truth is well concealed inside
The details of the game
You can hear it coming
You
down my face, bound by tacks and paste.
What the crickets see is between you and me...
what the scarecrows think would turn your eyeballs pink...
with
These drugs that we hit
Don’t fix us well
But after one hit
We fix for that fix
That never could fix
These problematics
All by itself
We know this
But
stand I hover
And when I hit a wall I bounce back like flubber
Yea I done been in the gutter
But that come back (Sheesh) on point like a thumb tack
Now
Well, I'm already on it
In jail again, you're-in
So often
I call it incontinent
This deposition's a sonnet
A flask in my hand
Spitting this damn random
brother then put him in the back
Ask where I'm from, told him "The 'Raq"
Said she want tick so I gave her a tack
Said he a mouse, nah he a rat
You blow
is constantly rising
By learning to be a lot more compromising
Digital nomading. Making a living designing
Synchronized energy, self-care,
the morning sun we say we'll rise
That we will cash and merchandise
But we'll end up just like how we say
Less important day by day
Since the streets are made
tell
Fooling ourselves to feel well
Asking around for permission
The at-t-tack is the ambition
I saw you going back
Feeling lonely
Feeling less
Feeling
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