Lyrics:
the window pane
Then spit the verse on the air conditioner
Listen up, dishin' up food for thought
In rare condition, peep the diction
Pen bleed all over
Hear the hail hit the window
The only window where the cold and warm can see one
I could have never known
When I was seven years old
That soon
provider
Every dream we had goes into this lighter
Smoked out visions, wish this strain would get me higher
Started feeding Demma
Cause I lost my soul
can see it
No hands to feel it
The deaf can listen and decode the encryption
I serve lines like trapping at college party
Life's a safari or a cutie
you see it with my eyes
You tryna read my mind
Vision hella bright
Who am eye oh my
Who am eye oh my
I close my eyes
Ain't no window to no heart
up with their shooting guns
yeah they looking mean
the shops and windows boarded up too
there's no telling what they might do
how much longer can we
a guarantee you win with that 8th Deadliest Sin
Assassin though with that pen, like an auditory sniper
256-bit encryption, coding's hard to decipher
once more, while our eyes glaze over with Hope
As the landscape softly crystallizes, we continue to insulate our Nixon-era windows
The neighbor's skin is
Streets littered
Uncharged Tesla cars
Broken windows
Empty bars
Withered words absurd
Dead herd
Should have colonized Mars
By far the worst display
My love, my god, you're so natural
And you knock me out like Benadryl
And I wish I could keep your belly full
But I'm not a provider
I just want
To Get Next To You
Want to be your soul provider
Love collider mesmerize yah
I feel like this is overdue
Yeah, well you convert ah road sider
Into ah law
you start lookin' in the mirror
Instead of always lookin' out the window
Endin' everywhere that wind blow
Knowledge of Self you ain't gotta go get it
To my nigga
Who brought me in this world
Ha, that's right nigga
My ol' dad important to the family structure, provider, a God
My moms a queen,
it’s a Bimmer
On this side it seem alright just know the grass ain’t always greener
It’s a coupe
It’s a coupe
Windows down how shawty do
She just wanna
I fought hard to make sure you never see certain things I'm a product of
It's easy to confuse being a father with being a provider
But all we got is
more of fakin' devotion when soldiers turnin' it out
My congregation is caught up in bein' real, no doubt
I'm the provider for them, can't be around
windows and he's writing on my walls
Walking in my footsteps and answering my calls
He's subtle in the daytime but he's everywhere at night
When I look
at the mail drop
Here in our Co-op!
Whose package is this?
Something from Overnight Insulin Emergency Providers?
Going once? Twice? Nope? Okay, garbage time!
Ride through the city i waste alot of time
When i'm riding with you
Never worried bout issues
You say you like to ride
Windows down, music blasting
the song
Can’t be a queen if you ain’t gotta throne
I hear you knocking but nobodies home
You peaking through my window
Sitting in your windows, I’m gone
I’m
the drive thru window
"Thank you for choosing Taco Bell" - "You're welcome!" I had to let him know.
(page turn)
In seconds, a multitude of items were bought:
windows but the rocks still
Glistenin' on the watch
My phone rings, who is this?
I don't know but I know you in my business
On the front of my boxers
the glass, you reached the window lock
Get the fuck out the car and leave it in the crosswalk
He climbed into your seat and dropped a vial of crack
Pissin'
Crenshaw
It was nineteen hundred and eighty three
I knew exactly what the Fuck I wanted to be
A low rider bass provider drop down like a spider
Spy the hood
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