Lyrics:
to see my silhouette acquire a permanent kink in a posture
The metenance of icicle spirit by the warmth of true endearment
Was, is, and forever will be
I lose my senses
Why don't you escape from me
Are you afraid of hanging by the fences?
Paints me pictures I don't need
Lights the way I don't want
Pensacola
In a trailer in the sand
The man from the picture
Creased and yellowed in my hand
Creased and yellowed in my hand
He was squinting and stubbled
And the next, let's go half on a, baby
Maze joy and pain
Blame the pit from whence we came
Fantastic voyage
Picture perfect
Can't fit in the frame
She's the ying
gators that's necessary
Accessories, my closet's a "Pet Sematary"
I get approached by animal activists
I live in a zoo
I run scandals with savages
All
And y'all know I gots to have my
Little ol' ends above the top
(who are you?) Mr paper
Chaser (that's right) , the gold getter
(what you do?) i dare the bitch
on the floor you see the words are gonna make a border
Pictures make a pentagram the spell is on the page remaining
Hanging up in purgatory all the souls are out
sun in my eyes gone blind me
Damn just think I blew past a statie, checking for the blue lights behind me
Stomach churning listening for sirens,
cll I
at the corner by the roadside..
Buh you're the one who sees me my darkside..
Still before your eyes and i cant hide...
If they only knew how soft that i am x2...
the blue pills is really helpin’
(Oh, I)
(Should I even be taking these shits bro?)
The sink is too filled to use a reverend
But a shrink who’s got the brand
complacent
Running in place (Place) Tryina get outa the cage (Cage)
Lost in a daze (Days) keep flying by me in this maze (Wait)
Embrace all the pain train my
despite all the fights
California Blue Sky's YOU KNOW THATS RIGHT
This is a picture of the first days of my life
In the city I raised, that Right
Here's
toward South Shore, wrong way homey
This street's for Mix-A-Lot's posse only
Looked in his mirror saw my big gold grill
Ain't no place to run so you
Mate rubs his shoes together and then looks up to the sea of blues taking in his life. He takes a big breath and turns around to the council staring
the two earths of his irises
I walked him down to where my soul meets the sea and introduced him to the Pacific
As the beautiful blue eyed masterpiece who
alcoholic buzz
Or deep flows on how those are wrong for us
It's a need for those who long to trust
cnyone who keeps them from knowing that there all in us
While she spitting in the hole of my dick
Makes that other pussy not worth it
I put my foot in yo' ass with all my old verses
It's like my sole purpose
It's taking it its toll, so I'm giving it my all
I'm here to start,
Protest and pick it apart
No rest after dark
Perplexed my words are art
It's
Outer space the place that I'm parkin' in
My marketin', when you see the sky darkenin'
Rhyme artisan from the crew that's bipartisan
Hi haters
it in its face
And yeah that's the case
People are who they aren't, so what do you expect me to say
I'm taking credibility for my behalf I know I can
want the old G
"Things are happening again", that's what they told me
I came home, full circle, not as an OG
Blink my eyes to my surprise, I'm in
when Ali clocked him
John Forte will keep you locked in
People all around
You got to recognise and witness
The Mister who swift enough to knock you
to the murder of Dr david Gunn
Who was killed in Florida
By pro-life activists
While I was living there that was
The ultimate hypocrisy I
Witnessed growing up:
Or meet him in another dimension
As if they are now obtainable possibilities
It fights to find him
To go to him
To help him
I walk down old country roads
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