Lyrics:
When you're young and so in love as we
And bewildered by the world we see
Why do people get a soul
Ony those in love would know
What a town
When you're young and so in love as we
And bewildered by the world we see
Why do people get a soul
Ony those in love would know
What a town
When you're young and so in love as we
And bewildered by the world we see
Why do people get a soul
Ony those in love would know
What a town
polite and peaceful
I avoid cause I'm schizoid my feelings they were destroyed
99% of my time alone and there's no big void
Most people would get lonely by
for this shit
I fell in love with guns as a jit
So guess what I wanted to bust in this shit
It fucked my head up, it fucked my mental
It fucked my
it, knuckle it however you want I love it.
A hustler's wit. The grit the grind.
My genetic code make-up. Murderer by design.
On my calendar time when
the great fantasies, that they experienced are caused and controlled by their assigned twin spirit. This Twin Spirit is a sort of guide created to handle
kind
and i still think of you as my boyfriend
i don't think this is the end of the world
but i think maybe you should follow my example
and go meet
our sense
And we share our sins like when a parrot sins
I'm staring since the fact, is that it's sad but true that
This is what we do as Americans in
anyone I'm gunning for
Syllable slayer, purveyor of all that's dark and evil
Son of Sam, I start to bark before I target people (Ow ow)
If this a movie,
with me
Take it to Houston, Whitney
Now I got yo bitch wit me
She love that EZ D
Cuz my kind of spitting
Is what it's supposed to be
Picking out
sholders instead of boo hoo
Like I said I'm too through with spreadin
All I wana hear is my peoples say tech go head and do you
Y'all love my pain and I was
in line
So this is what we've done, hell: eliminated haters, every one
Keepin' it real, makin' a mill
How do you feel? (I just want a mill, mill)
of
Go through your pockets no, we not going to make love
Go through your wallet, woo, look at all this paper
What a fuckin' sucker, see you later,
Everytime people ask me if I'm okay I will lie
Cause with your love, I'm left to die
When I suddenly felt that feeling that is love
It was too late,
Looking forward to the day it'll be alright
I just reach inside my heart every time I write
Cause fuck the fame all I want is you to feel me
Fuck what they
the album
Bitch sweat it out
What’s dream to me, is a meme to you
Take a shot at me, I’ll throw it back at you
Cause it seems to me, you think I’m outta tune
thing you want ''Be Cool'' stereotype
Tell me how to be
Tell me what to look like
Maybe i want this shit but you chose the other one
'Cause we're in love
it's like this: when the fog is type thick, a nigga might flip
And a nigga bite quick, but I stay focus to what's important (What's that?)
Supportin'
Been long
Been long, so long
Dreamin about this
No pain, no gain
No shame till the end
People gonna tell you to give up
But Nobody knows whats next
vigilant, arrogant, bitches
Who stay overstepping I keep 'em on the run
What is said is done
Love you like a ton
Love your messy bun
You second to none
Imma
any kind of respect
But instead you made feel so incompetent
Was it love or a way to kill time in the mean?
If you need me to speak it'll be kindly
I
thrown to the kind While I sit here and scream tearing my mind
I've been livin' in hell far too long of my life Everything that I love gets cut by
neighbors are for
More than proximity anxiety got me hiding when they knock
Like beg borrow or steal is all we got
What happened to cups of sugar
I'm up for
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