Lyrics:
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Imma
Culture vulture
I'll be your frenemy after
Yeah uh yeah
We can pretend to be friends till the end
When the moment I let you free
Remember to sign
beyond me
How much water till the
Baggage got you sinking overboard
How many times I've
Bet on life under-overs
Land on what I'm
Working towards such
Dress hyped up with the ice on my teeth
Looking at the sunset, ocean water on my feet
Living in my dream where the drama run deep
And the music don’t
left me with the dog gone blues
You'll never miss your water til the well runs dry
You'll never miss your water til the well runs dry
You'll never
water, til the well runs dry)
Oh
It won't be too long, like the calm that's before the storm.
She's gonna break your heart.
Betcha she don't love
the one that I wanted
Was yours
Making my entrance again with my
Usual flair
Sure of my lines
No one is there
Don't you love farce,
My fault I fear,
you get it you get it, if you don't you don't
Why deceiving yourself with your pictures online
Smiling on camera dying on inside
I can't be depressed by
got the assist
Ballistic spit, so play it cautious if your name is on my list
I don't miss, in fact I hardly ever hesitate to kill it
Like a villain
you came from
You're a son of mine, hold your head high
Reach for stars, let your light shine
Till the vast waters all run dry
Till your clock stops
on home
Well my body's been a mess
And I miss your ginger hair
And the way you like to dress
Won't you come on over
Stop making a fool out of me
Why won't
you the one in center
You don't have to be like six something with your hands up
Just to block mother fuckers out of your mantra
How you nineteen years
Its about money its bigger than me
I told my homies don't kill him bring the nigga to me, yea.
Don't miss, you fuckin' with the hit man,
Kidnap
fuck a duck's arse
You don't want me to draw for the
Ting and make a boy run fast
Bust your head with a pint glass
About yeah I fucked man's arse
You
Run don’t slip
Cuz we running somewhere
Where the sun don’t shine
Just got off the bus we got time
Dont got a juice box well you can sip mine
Ask your
dollars, you
Don’t have no green, no pesos
No piece of my land could ever be
Dedicated for your hands to till
And you couldn’t feel me if you was also ill
I
You know, we have this old saying
You won't miss your water, until your well runs dry
And some of us may not know what that means
But what that means
Right when i come through
I never miss, it's your bitch that's been run through
Kinda wanna hug you
Hit you with a quarter of my juice i wanna slump
want to do
He said, I’m sending you, you gotta go where you don’t want to go
I tried to run. I tried to hide
I did go where no one could find me
Then He
bring pain to all you niggas David Blaming all you niggas
Winter on my neck
And Summer in my account there's Many figures
I been drinking all the vigors
Don't ask me for money. You've got nothing, honey
You've got nothing on me. I've got nothing but bloody running
I will run away into another state. I
with the taste
of a momentary lie
The fantasy twists
my veins are turning dry
but I want you by my side
I want you so
Your rare scent that nobody
gave a few my help I needed water got get wells
The dessert was dry I'm all by myself
Fuck this bullshit, cause everyone pulls quick
When you ain't got
But you never miss the water till the well runs dry
But ya left me cold and lonely and I know the reason why
I wanna run back into your arms tonight
I
I hustle for real The struggle is real
Struggle & Strive Hustle or Die
Only the strong will survive
Might get eating alive
You don't eat u don't
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