Lyrics:
got my mixed drink and my new ink
And my suit pink on my Gatsby think
I got 'em lip syncing to my music
Bringing 'em down going out and getting new drip
trying to sort through the salt and pepper
When it's all mixed together
Looking for a single grain
Of one or the other
Can't understand tornadoes
Unless
Wavy, Gravy
Wavy Gravy
Love is Painful
Call Me Bastard
Kill Myself Casper
Too Damn High For Saturn
Mixed Signals
Tryna make us Official
Stop playing
Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha
Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha
Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha (yeah it's me)
Bitch I'm on a mission
Never the one that's mixed up from
but she went 'gainst the grain
Walking in the rain, yeah
She know she insane
You know you can do, no wrong
Smoking this gas out the bong
I been moving
You gon fall off, I'm like uh-huh
The Grain ain't that hard, I'm like uh-huh
The only curve I get is commas make sure the hate is as loud as the blunt
Mixed the bape with wang
Your bitch tryna bang
Posted with my gang
All my niggas slang
Mixed the bape with wang
Your bitch tryna bang
Top me off no
lights and the wheels.
The ills indefinitely etched on the game, two eyes forward while fours back on the lanes, concrete mixed in the game forever remains
Nervously counting the seconds
Feeling the wait of every grain of sand
If I am the oil the water is life
A Negative balance decaying my Mind
And its
to linger
And at the whims of wind the grains exfoliate my fate
And learn the limits as decay and age will make their case
A thing of beauty
Fade away fade
a cookie
Pour up a grain bowl trynna' see what this rice do
It's 4 15 man where y'all at I scream at nightcrew
You know I got you just tell me the type
[ZEE WILL:]
Mind blown feeling like a lab rat
Test tube baby product of the 80s
Ladies play me on your stereo
Mixed with white and black,
Sending me mixed signals, I don't know if you love me, or want me dead
I can't tell no mo' cause I'm so fucked up stressed out and I'm upset
I cant
the liquor boys are nigh.
This mountain dew is made from grain,
And mixed with water pure,
And the alcohol that it eontains
Will all your troubles cure.
[Slug]
(Mixed vocals)
Whatta you mean what was my childhood like?
What difference does that make?
Yo, my childhood was messed up, so what?
Camino's, twistin' on bees
'87 Regals, Impala's, Cherokee's
Expeditions, Benzes, Navigator, Humvee's
What dawg? Cut dawg, on 17's
Woood grain, 15 double o
ballers
I'm Richard Porter mixed with Mr. Porter
This picture all the jiggy shit I ordered
I went to France and almost got deported
The fans is
or maybe pick up the paddle
I like to row against the current, that's the way that I travel
Opposite of what the grain does, got the brain of a rebel
Take
future's lookin' rich
And I'm crawling up like
We go against the grain
Haters call ya lame
They screamin "Dummy" but their books and ours just not the same
Fire with my Bars
Then I'm Staunching with my Words
Hitting Harder than a fucking Draco
Ride Waves not Birds
Haters salty like a grain of sea salt
Then
Hurry up don't rush
It's all mixed up
From where I'm standing
I didn't need the help
But I was lost
Maybe of my own choosing
I wondered off into
will break you
If you try to flex dough
Then the desert will bake you
If you come from the dirt
Then to the desert you pay dues
A grain of sand is all
of corn, and seven others dry
O my elders, explain to me my dream, if it be that you can interpret dreams
They said, These are mixed up false dreams, and we
could
I wish a nigga would
I'm smokin' on dat good
I'm grippin' on da grain
Louie 13
Mixed wit hurricane
Like a crippled mane
You could catch me
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