Lyrics:
Eight, haffi nine, haffi reach pon di ten
Buddy length haffi long to di tape measurement
Buddy fi more dan two-thirty millimeter
If you wan enter inna
( Everywhere) The life taker, life provider
Jah Rastafarai Eeeee heeeeee. X2
Creativity
Amen continuous
CHORUS
Give it to Jah you will live, your
Edison
(yeah) , I count a lot of Benjamin's
I pour a little medicine
And I ball all my measurements (yeah)
In the back of my lac'
('Lac) , with two hoes
money long, I might need a measurement
I'm fly, I'm high off this cannabis
It's a bird, It's a plane, It's a pelican
Lil Kodak, call me Peter Pan
Yeah,
as she can be...hey
She's a bad mama jama....oh oh
Just as fine as she can be
Woo! Woo!
La [X12]
Woo! Woo!
La [X12]
Woo! Woo!
Her body measurements are
Biggest fucking dog around, Clifford wishing he was me
Mathematics in my pocket, bitch I pack that 3x3
He was barking like he wants some wood, but
unmeasured my ledger erased
The sensation of improvisation
The continuous rotation
Floatation storms breaking
But I still won't make it
Kill the sacred peel
of the hypocrites
Labels tryna sign, but the deal's illegitimate
Nah, too many rap figures pay attention to they commas
Continous drama to seem bigger to fit they
b0des, make yourself comfortable. We've had a stake in your bloom
Tell me; do you think I'm the devil?
For trying to get the measurement level? The point
Ten times out of ten, niggas always switch Just like death in my family, I'm so used to it
Repeat myself a hunnid times, it's continuous
Feel like
measurements
Man I miss my digis
I was Dexter
With the measurements
Dexter with the measurement
The prosecution introduced
That shit as evidence
Benevolence
I'm
Different measurements
Different scales
Different degrees
Got no enemies in me, cuz I'm easily what I breathe
Compete with me if you please, but
the shit cuz i see we be opposite
You don't want no smoke with me
The measurement of opulence
The hell of it im infinite
Irrelevant like ten percent
Continuous Improvement
Mind, body, soul
Mind
Ballpoint, let's go
Calligraphy with the pen (No)
My handwrittens be a mess (Oh)
But the lyrics be
Yeah, you know
That was my 10th and last therapist
10/12/15, turned 9, the day I knew I was ignorant
8 mixed niggas chilling in a group, yeah that's
vibes, you know I'm outchea hustlin'
Ten toes down, I gotta get that money
After the love, you know, the tears gon' come, baby
That stupid love, it make
bet you'll make it
Yes I'm with RAINMAKER
쌓아올려 bands racks like pancakes
He's the instrumental talyor
날 위해 재단한 옷 다 매입해
힘들게 할수록 좋아 10 reps
나를 괴롭히는 게 알고
that look like? I don't know
A milli' for the net worth, right? I don't know
10K everywhere I'm booked, right? I don't know
I don't know jack shit, I
How beautiful this dawn is. (8x)
I have feelings. Life has turned into a continuous game. The world is engrossed in a game of survival, in which
I wandered lonely as a cloud that floats
On high o'er vales and hills
When all at once I saw a crowd
A host, of golden daffodils
Continuous
Murphy's Law
Generation X—will I ever be your ex?
Flaws of a baby step', mauled by the mouth a bit
Pause, put me under stress, crawled under rocks,
could not, would not, could not, would not join the dance
[Chorus]
(2x)
[Ba ba ba ba ba ba etc continuous background to end]
What matters it how far
could not, would not, could not, would not join the dance
[Chorus]
(2x)
[Ba ba ba ba ba ba etc continuous background to end]
What matters it how far
you catch ya throat strep
Soaked in cess, dope, you eat the cold Tec's
Bold flex, W crown, the ice O-X
Up in the oolie, yo, who you know?
John
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