Lyrics:
the sunshine
Or live dismise
How you gon live or die
The wicked thoughts terrorize
I’m never going away I’m here to stay
Why you trynna play games
Already
been surround by lames
I wanna get rich ain’t interested in fame
Want something real ain’t feelin games
still be fine
It’s so hard just to get by
It’s a wicked game where no one makes it out alive
But if healing makes you numb
Maybe I don’t wanna heal after
sympathy, potentially have you tripping for days
Off the battery of tracks, the murder of any stage
One of the illest killers, be getting by with my wicked
It's become more than a wicked game
It calls to me audibly first thing when I get up in the morning, see?
Drawing me into the lobby
Of the Hotel
a game, I just hope I ain't gon' lose
Take what life gon' give you, yeah, it's not for you to choose
Shit really get wicked, niggas really make the news
Deceitful Lies In Evil Game
Blind Eyes Can't See The Wicked Sign
Of Lunacy Divine
Mankind Is Running To The End
The New Dark Ages Close At Hand
Awaiting Us
Betrayer and mocker of heaven's chosen one.
Evil and wicked dreamer, creator of sins,
Ultimate deceiver; longing to take you in.
He promises earthly
inside the game, it's too big
It's a tight fit never made a bad song
They don't come out of my lips
Got the game by the neck
Won't let go I got tight grip
Happy to be escaping poverty, however brief
I know this game got valleys and peaks, expectation
For dips, four precipitation we stack chips, hardly
So be out by the weekend
Pack up all your
I'm gone, I'm gone, cause you just don't deserve it!
I'm coming out, I've got my girls tonight
It's time we
steep, don't go off the deep end
Have that ass sleeping with the fishes by weekend
Chuck's back to his old ways, fuck gotten into him
The game got too
the kitchen
Like who let bro cook
Feel like I've been in the game for time but people still call me a rook
They told me don't drop this, my shit is too hard
You
I stay in my lane, I stay in my lane
I do it like I do it, I'm focused on my game
I stay in my lane, I stay in my lane
Even if I fail, I will do it
suffer defeat
We bounce back and start a killing spree
Slingin' tapes during all the weekends with games
Wild on the track and I will never be tamed
the weekend
So I got some time to slide in
I blossomed by the time that
The Vicodin don't seem that exciting
Don't wanna end up at the top and still be cryin'
Watch it! WAR-NING!
Aiyy yo, aiyy yo, aiyy yo, aiyy yo!
I had to figure out a way to touch 'em
Expose the money and hoes had to rush 'em
Six by nine
thought shit out kid
I knew a lot of men who did bids for mayhem
They made a lot of money, they money never made them
The game of survival is filled
formidable place
I can let you know the ins and the outs and I can spit it wicked
Twiztid And you can see by the look on my face
Give me the mic and ima
bids for mayhem
They made a lot of money, they money never made them
The game of survival is filled with rivals
Knives and fo'-five slugs flyin' in
No playing games for the weekend
I think I'm here for a second
So please don't give me a minute
This vibe is viscous
I promise that you gon' feel this
said you want to be friends
Expecting me to act like
I ain't hit it every weekend
You want to be a slime in the street
But you was ride or die in my
mad I get even
No rest for the wicked oh boy I'm a heathen
Come to the club and we fuck up your evening
We did what you did last month in a weekend
Me no get time to dey hate on Anybody
Dem say I funny
Anything I do bro I’m sorry
Me no get joy I gat stay wicked
Jaye from Monday till Weekend
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