Lyrics:
Yeah, your fault.
You are such a hoser.
There's no way I'll ever do another record with you hoser.
Okay, that's fine! I'll do a solo album.
Fine
taught by brothers and sisters who knows what it means
To be a black child or a white teen
In the end the youth is being mistreated
Which means the world
black dogs were paupers
How white would your heart be?
If I had a life
I would give it to you
Is it my fault that you want it
Am I to blame for this
Your sett looking off bitch taken by mi amigo
Bitch not all natural
Despite
I'm all factual
Tryna touch my green get poked
Like a cactus do
Keep
Ayy
Whose fault? Uh
(Whose fault?)
Let's play the blame game, I love you more
Let's play the blame game for sure
Let's call out names, names,
Everybody know he cool, hard to do what he do
Hard to stop me when I show a flash like the Heat do
Show viciousness like great whites in the deep
Bad luck to talk on these rides
Mine on the road, your dilated eyes watch the clouds float
White Ferrari, had a good time
(Sweet sixteen, how was
smells like broke in this room
I got a head start to my day course she's gone by noon
She looks nice in nude
She looks better in blue
My guy love the white
[Verse 1]
I hit the scene with another persuasion
A criminal invastion
Nigga that's what I'm workin with
Is it my fault or your fault
This world got
Call that UAV
Bitch it ain't my fault that, you hate me
That shits plain ta see
It's plain ta me
Why you ain't living comfortably
Mhm oh
Cuz yo momma
YOUR SOUL, YOUR SOUL IS WHITE
OUR SOUL, OUR SOUL IS RED
THEIR SOUL, THEIR SOUL IS PALE
MY SOUL.
MY SOUL IS BURNING LIKE A RED...
I'LL NEVER FEEL
the back of the Range, (been done)
I be's like only five-ten, weighin one-seven-one
But if you close your eyes, swore you're gettin crushed by a bum
Be
knives (soooo serious)
(Baby)
I got 40 cars, fuck a bike
I don`t ride
Cause I don`t like
It`s 3 t`s & fuck nights (soooo serious)
(Manny Fresh)
knocking your block off
This is all your fault
Maybe that's why I'm so bananas
I appeal to all those walks of like
Whoever had strife
Maybe that's what
we push 'em in the attic yeah
Say you doing bad it ain't your fault
(No it ain't yours)
I know what it's like to have it rough
(Have it rough yeah)
bagel for the team I’m defense Mike Vrabel
Levelin' up on stage 10 surrounded by bars I’m caged in
Drippin' wet that sauce on me must be success I can
clear
Sears not department but I'm Dante party with my peers
Here's another toast boast about how it floats G.O.A.Ts
Bloat no fault dropped the standards
off the table
Shut up butter my bagel for the team I'm defense Mike Vrabel
Levelin' up on stage 10 surrounded by bars I'm caged in
Drippin' wet that
back, eh?|Aww. Look what you did! Everybody's gone because of you! You said...|Come back! I won't let him do it again!|My fault, eh?|Yeah, your fault
You know who the real one, don't need introductions, I'm still tryna find who I'm is
My white boy harder than most of these niggas, heat him up, he
delete your oxygen box you in soft a collagen
There's a reason fate sent me here I make it vivid he used to be number one but now he Livid
Addition by
he worked the land
By the sweat of his brow, the callus of the his hand
Couldn't do it by himself naw his kids had to help
All nine, all day, all
weeks spectacle on display.
In plain sight, still too white, not white, black or black enough, an actor in a social play.
cm I an artistic NFT currency,
dreams to separation
And my heart again to isolation
My path leads to isolation
Plains of ice led me to this relation
With shadows contained
By your light
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