Lyrics:
Than your nightmares
I am the eater of worlds
Filthy little children
No use in trying to hide
When you're down here and floating
There is no god on your
Truth hides under fallen rocks and stones
At the end of a disconnected phone
Truth hides down an unmarked street
Buried deep beneath your feet
West was made with the blood of the brave
Where there was little to take and even less to save
Where they buried their heroes in unmarked graves
I got
Pretty pretty
Pretty on it
Pretty pretty
With the fire burning
Pretty pretty
With the Greek warning
Pretty little cat with a face unmarked
Take my
a little bit smarter next time. ain't tryna get locked by the Vetch Fields
Bare unmarked c.i.d and X Fives
Fire, It's hot just like how lead feels
On job
to be some kind of old VHS
My, it's quite dirty
Mr. Green, I found this unmarked VHS. How much for it
Unmarked, hmm? Well, Billy, you're a nice young
Take it take it out of the equation
I just need a little isolation
Take it take it out of the equation
I just wanna be alone
Stumble and sink like
she's stuck here
The world is so little and still
Mysterious and ominous as ever before
Like an unmarked bottle of pills
On the shelf right next
was over...she was countin' the cash.
When an unmarked Chevy Nova, made the blue lights flash.
She said "officer? Would you help me please?"
I
the world can't see me
And draw the silhouette of a dancer in my head
I can't look through your eyes, but my mind betrays mine
Should I starve unmarked
need a little love and affection and baby
I live like every day was my last one
Dang, I've been living my life...(haha, yea)
Like I'm a leave this
Peep out the window unmarked car after me
My little homie down stairs hollerin' 5.0
But I ain't runnin' from no motherfuckin' white folks
I got
a little
Euro my secret weapon like Mark, Jackson and Stephen
I see plain clothes pigs and unmarked intrepids
My bitch believe what I say
I told her salt
was hard to find
Degrading jobs with little pay
He'd shrug his shoulders
And laugh it off
Tomorrow's another day
On rocks like this
They built their
The church bells ring out morning glory
When summer bends to the winter's rage
Emily walks through the cemetery
Passed a dog in an unmarked grave
and unmarked
But in their love I was born anew
And I'll fight for that right for you
I got a little spice of cinnamon
In this mixed up world we're living in
niggas need to stop
West side movin' gang
Scrappy know I rep the block
I was screaming eight-ball
They was screaming gangsta crip
Unmarked flashing
didn't behave
They put them into unmarked graves
My heart is broken for them little kids
My spirit hurts for them little kids
for the life they never got
air tight vents seal off despair
Them say expect no mercy
Fool, you should be my least worries
Gotta deal with W-2's, 10-99's
Unmarked black
air tight vents seal off despair
Them say expect no mercy
Fool, you should be my least worries
Gotta deal with W-2's, 10-99's
Unmarked black
We made Oklahoma a little after 3
Randy, his brother Bob and my old GMC
We had some moonshine whisky
And some of Bob's homegrown
We were so
We made Oklahoma a little after 3
Randy, his brother Bob and my old G-M-C
We had some moonshine whiskey
And some of Bob's homegrown
We were so
a call to this nigga named Rimes
Said he had a little studio
And it wasn't top notch
But could damn near do the whole nine
So I said "Cool
" made a few
the call
Maybe listen
Simple ways
Better times
Know it's wrong, but I might lie
Will you call when you're home?
Will you love?
Will you loathe?
Little things
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