Lyrics:
the moves)
Quarterback like Cam (quarterback like Cam)
We're cooking up grams (we're cooking up grams)
Support my fam (support my fam)
I'm tryna get 'em
continuously supplied through this tube to his bloodstream
He also needed supplemented oxygen to support his breathing
From the very beginning of his life
he
low overhead
Of course, our enemies just don't know God
Of course, that's the reason that we're going to war
But people remember Jesus and mother
nothing, strapped to my bed
On life support, tubes in my nose
Tubes in my arms, shot full of holes
I go wild when you're in my face
I go wild when
nothing, strapped to my bed
On life support, tubes in my nose
Tubes in my arms, shot full of holes
I go wild when you're in my face
I go wild when
go dey hustle for my bread
‘Til I’ve got my mummy tummy overfed
All these niggas, I go jump you overhead
A soldier mummy bred
Nigga I ain’t scared
I go
on moneys in moiré balanced
My tech support causing them technical fouls
Like if Perdiccas reached the crown without any crown
I'd read into the Batouala
A drip through the tube, hanging over the bed
A machine I draw by hand
Connected around one end to the other
Circles overhead
Push away and stay in
Vultures overhead,
Gorging on the dead,
I see they're bobbing in the breeze on the skyline,
Wasting away on the seaside.
Fuck the morning news,
Read papers,
block nigga never live
One room 7 kid, screamin' mother overhead two plates
One fork sour milk and a loaf of bread but I shook it off
Smiled of course
Let’s join our hands so we support one another standing
If you start falling you can throw both your arms around me
You surround me, you surround me
Round
Yesterday seems faraway and I can see it true
I don't believe you're leaving me with nothing on the tube
Operating slowly as the air is growing
kid
Screamin' mother overhead two plates, one fork sour milk and a loaf of bread
But I shook it off smiled of course kid
My girl wildout on some
Let the tube lights buzz overhead
Tell the papers that you're dead
You'd want them to be the first to know
Gone down where the goblins go
Head
Firearms, and Freedom of Speech Committee.
Thank you dope fiends for your support. Ha ha.
(Beat starts)
see Murder
Let me give a shot out
Listen to me sister, I got news from the governor
And he's heard people shouting from the towers in the city
While their babies grow in test tubes
Listen to me sister, I got news from the governor
And he's heard people shouting from the towers in the city
While their babies grow in test tubes
a heart attack
That started as a respiratory problem early Thursday morning
He's hooked up to an ECMO, which is a form of life support
This story is
floro-tube bright veins and hustling faceless humanity, clogged arteries slowly choking and dying, packed and swarming at all hours with sweating hoards,
Firearms, and Freedom of Speech Committee.
Thank you dope fiends for your support. Ha ha.
(Beat starts)
see Murder
Let me give a shot out
seem (content they seem)
Mining the slime
And I am one of them
I am one with them
These tubes overhead
See them flicker like a gun
Aimed straight
overhead
The traffic light turns red
The train is running late
If you only stayed in bed
In bed
I see the tube face
As we go from place to place
So cold
Drowning in overhead hope that doesn't go over y'a head
Myth and illusions slipped in the minutia
Collusion politicians similar to prostitution
Future
screaming like Mehailia
2 big holes in ya chest, say hello to ya savior
I breath in deep, call me overhead cams
Carry two pistols, like Yosemite Sam
I heat
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