Lyrics:
I've been writing the Alcoholic's Almanac
Every night from front to back
You're on every page
And I don't think it ends
Problem drinking
I've had
out from the ground
And I've seen this world is changing
And it's right in front of our face
There's something happening here
In this little human
out from the ground
And I've seen this world is changing
And it's right in front of our face
There's something happening here,
In this little human
the index finger on the trigger, don't move
Woops, saw you blink your eyes now you goin make the news
If I catch you in the club and you start
play with cards
If you could no longer fool motherfuckers
With slieghts and scars
If the end of the world was french drops
And false starts
Would you
[MURS]
It's the end of the beginning
So I thought it only right that I bring along the
Motherfuckers I started this shit with
2003MG Melancholy
on the road like 28 gram
And you know who I am
Shower man down like Fireman Sam
Drive to your ends on a two-year ban
With Solo in the transit van
Nah, you
once in awhile You might find something that you didn’t know about discovering other than what’s in front of them you can only recover it back when you
show fear
See bro with the 19 end in tears
My nigga Floki switching gears
My G no you can't be scared
Man don't show no fear
Yard man ting fling
I packed my bags
Grabbed some cash and my car keys
Not looking back
As I drove away, I said peace
My mistake, I forgot to put up my index
Well i
eyes on me
The truth is i dont trust any loose ends
Yall past tense as
Transition to new seasons
Out with the old
In with the new watch the truth
love a dirty lil ratchet
Make her bust with my index
She stay triggered to make yo ass ingest
She got lead from the start to the end
Learned to pop it
Livin in a trap, motherfuck - pain and misery
Is what these so called friends and bitches bringing me
Someone ends up getting Shot - lord please
Livin in a trap, motherfuck - pain and misery
Is what these so called friends and bitches bringing me
Someone ends up getting Shot
lord please dont
and Halstead
As if Chicago was a woman I would've kissed her on the head
Licked her down the neck and pressed up against her chest
Index in her cervix her
But I ain't no, I ain't no, I ain't no simp
Tell you how it is, break ya off and then dip
But as long as we make ends, then we can remain friends
And I
pieces and creases all in these puzzles
So I turned
Turned evil in person
On the moon chill with the martians
93 in the front and ass end of my starship
to your intrusive thought like a mad man
Wah Gwan nigga Wah Gwan
This the morbid end when the villain win and the wrath come
And the tension and the hisses
Each morning my eye lids was like a front door to the streets
Outside reflected what I saw from the sheets
I learned gang sign language before I
before it spread like vitiligo
As I grow i learned it's cool to go separate ways
But they couldn't keep it a hundred so we ain't end on a high note
2005
no drive-by's
We walked over
COB bandana tied to the end of the AR
Iller than they are, rhymes so sick
Give 'em the day off
This is the chaos, Nicolas
session, in every direction, let me point the ways
By way of my index, I pretend like I'm in text
So, I stereotype 6 rappers, and interject 5 spaces
late, putting it all into stones of dark (chop it)
Just bring it up front like Rooney "S" move like Diego Costa
Told her my life's like a movie, you
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