Lyrics:
that you're an adopted Arab
Go tell Uncle Osama I said hi
No one's life touched more
Hipster white Jews drinking Starbucks
Listening to U2
I know your
Imagine full glock clips
I hold a glass of Remy Martin
Gettin' milks by the carton
Extortin' the light weights for thinkin' they important
The night pays
sucked late at night by a fuckin' transvestite
Still on probation for stranglin' my boy Jason
Should be taking my medication, it's 9 to 10 I'm facin'
that's all we know
But his wife did use to call me yo
Now I roll for the hell
I'm sorry father
Let me go head and tell
How I really want to be old in
to kill every nigga
That stand by him or speak for him
Can you stop actin' like you
Doin' me a favor? Do I seem rattled?
This idiot don't even know he tell
Searchin' for the plug, that's the nomad in me
Still the X factor that's the Rohan in me
Reluctantly a role model
That drown in too many gold bottles
Alex, I've done it for Nae-Nae
I've done it for me, now all I need is them to be ready
What if I told you I rap just to make it harder
So one day I can
went into the woods that day
She was in for a big surprise
A bunch of guys from 'round the way
Drunk after a rave
Spied them both with suitcases running
variety
For every plastic orange bottle
For tarnished pharmacy labels chafed in abrasive pockets
Suit the hell hounds with blades and chain links
For
blunt for?
Did you fuckin' fall off, chump? Or did you jump?
Or did you just become more
Been into a funk, I just become morbid
And more self-absorbed in
blunt for?
Did you fuckin' fall off, chump? Or did you jump?
Or did you just become more
Been into a funk, I just become morbid
And more self-absorbed in
of other Jukies
Our animated glitch suspended like
Milk money bullies
I calculate my comfort zone by
How baggy the hoodie
I calibrate pyrotechnics on how
I used to leave out milk and cookies
For Santa on Christmas Eve
It's been years since he's stopped by here
But I still believe
So I put out
evolved into sorrow
Lingering obsessions
Intoxication, stimulation, creation
Hindering addictions
Apparently the message in a bottle was lost
For
fruit
Peer through the glass
By the river, we grow deeper roots
I skipped class for the train
I had bigger pursuits
Some little freak chick
With the face
stumbling around in the dark
Looking for that bottle of Maker's Mark
I reached my hand and I heard a yell
Just what I grabbed, I couldn't tell
Well, my
the jinx
As time passed by
Your rays of warmhearted temper
Steadily burned my wings
And dragged my life
Into this turbulent orbit
That bottles me up
a beignet
A pin set on a pendulum we swung for those flood gates
Blow up in my face my passion is pro pain
The ashes leave no lane for averages and low lames
tomorrow
I don't cry rewind and bottle
Find my lines feline my motto
Always have excuses for all of my scars and bruises
Always looking happy I'm not
eyes
I descend into hell
A cold country morning
A dark afternoon
I loaded the chamber
By another man’s moon
Well, prepare for the end son
‘Cause it’s
language sound like a speech impediment
Ever since a year after 07 my faith been celibate
But folk still come being thirsty for the hell of it
Never given
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