Lyrics:
The highlight of my day, them phone calls in the night, it's the little things
The girl, she had a vibe and I liked it and
She's into photography and she's got
to bleed
Remember me, special needs
Just 19 and sucker's dream I guess I thought you had the flavor
Just 19 and dream obscene with six months off for
to bleed
Remember me, special needs
Just 19 and sucker's dream I guess I thought you had the flavor
Just 19 and dream obscene with six months off for bad
heard what they call Christian Rap
Funny to think about it now, but it's a fact
A while later saw Darby looking at MyShot
Photography website for kids,
girls
Same old hoes we always chase
Man these girls are all the same
Guess some things will never change, it just
Takes a few months, to feel something,
Twelve months in rose while I'm stepping out in ice
Three sixty five one tens just check the price
Ain't talking winter for a year I'm talking rhymes
shines again
(I hope the sun comes out and plays for days; it's rained for days)
It's rained for days and days and days
Too many months, too many ways
your name will be gossiped so quick
Flash photography
Receipts kept, your sheets wet
Your girl wept, how you gon cheat death?
Hell hath no fury like
My name is Alexander
Born on the eight month, check the calendar
Scriptures committed to my brain like Nas wrote the Bible
I have great talent, but I
been 3 months cigarette-free
And Jenny's still feeling withdrawal
In the bathroom mirror Jenny has an epiphany
This has forced me to see my personality
the drift, one leaf wrap up the reefer
Now the vision seem clear
Just like the cover on the beeper
Zero-10, 7: 15, month of July
Shorty blowing on my dick my
No flash photography
You put them on TV
You put them in magazines
When will it stop
Showing the world these horrid fucking things
Shoot them while
not photography
Diss u for attention? are you on amazon or Spotify?
God told me KiLa spare the rod and you'll spoil the child
U just remixed control
In hopes you stay asleep from all the poison they've been feeding ya
It's been going on for months
people fighting for a change
men and women dying
Look, yeah
Can't even talk about the shit you did
You tell a nigga then ten months later be serving a bid
Yeah, for snitching they might slit your
nigga
Rap his dead body in a body bag, put him in the fuckin' freezer
Later on that month, burn his body
All that gangsta rappin', talkin' that you
have very much money though
They can fly, run fast, read Portuguese
None of us have very much money though
They know judo and yoga, photography
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