Lyrics:
pastries
And they scream
The worst things in life come free to us
'Cause we're just under the upper hand
And go mad for a couple grams
And she don't
pastries
And they scream
The worst things in life come free to us
'Cause we're just under the upper hand
And go mad for a couple grams
And she don't
(Respect it)
(Mondo On the beat)
Tone
Yeah, twenty-eight grams in the Ziploc (Ziploc)
Add an extra gram for the Ziploc (Ziploc)
Twenty-eight
like them boys with them rubber band bands
He-he-he-he move weight keep a couple gram, grams
So-so-so-so where your money put it in your hand, hands
night of serenity, yeah;
Show us the light naturally,
And maybe she won't worry
When there ain't nothing I can do.
When sea runs dry,
And the stars
I'mma ease your troubled mind
Help you let it go
I'mma make your troubles mine (yeah)
Carry all this extra weight
You gotta let it go
I'm your
pastries
And they scream
The worst things in life come free to us
'Cause we're just under the upper hand
And go mad for a couple grams
And she don't
for a couple grams
And she don't wanna go outside tonight
'Cause in a pipe she'll fly to the motherland
And sell love to another man
It's too cold
Oh no, depends on the weight of my load
Dry land sinking in the quicksand
Stranded on the wrong beach, come and rescue me
keep, keep on
Well it's the king of the hover trade and the sergeant of snow
They call me Mr. Killa Gram in case yo ass ain't know
I'm the boss
on pushin'
Keep keep on
Well it's the king of the hover trade and the sergeant of snow (Snow)
They call me Mr. Killa Gram in case yo ass ain't know (Know)
You wonder why sometimes, you wonder why
Come on
Get down
Come on, get down to the barely-gettin'-by
Back down where the well's run dry
There's
We know it's all a passing phase
We light our lamps
For atmosphere
And hang our hopes
On chandeliers
We're going long
We're gaining weight
trying to ignore the weather
This week was heavy, I buckled under all the weight
What can you do but pray?
And count your blessings, it wasn't any
the same
Starting to realise what I've done now
My arms are shaking with the weight now
How can I dry my eyes mate, I'm about to break down
I've made my
weight I'ma gram out the whole thang
No big weight ima gram out the whole thang,
Ima gram out the whole thang
No big weight ima gram out the whole thang,
their saintly attire
All of us tinder-wood
Bound for the fire (ahh)
Could you lay me down with my someone
To carry the weight
The damage I have
too distracted right now
It's been so long I've been the punchline
I stand naked while these clothes dry out
Leave me drowning to edit the runtime
there no choice
But to drink the Liffey dry
The seeds that you sow
You wanna watch them growing
Wild, you grow wild
You grow wild in my heart
Wild, you
a couple grams
And she don't want to go outside tonight
'Cause in a pipe, she'll fly to the motherland
And sell love to another man
It's too cold outside
You and I.
Ah, the calm below that poisoned river wild,
You and I.
Tears that dry on a rude awakened child.
Where you look down
I've walked
a laugh
A comedy so dry and black it makes my stomach hurt so bad
Well two thumbs up we give this one despite its predictable ending
The dialogue
hoes is on the 'Gram, Nicki pitchin' a ki'
'Bout to cop Neverland, Michael up in the tree
You got bars and still broke? You might as well took a plea,
Kick the kick drum increase the weight of the sound
The dialog of maximum decibels is enough to move the fucking ground
I'm gonna amplify the rage
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