Lyrics:
Hello, 911, i think my son is hurt
But theres no blood on his shirt
This isn't what he deserved
Only 12 with the world at his disposal
Someone
when they call you in the night
He's got your picture in his mind
He's got your number on a paper
At his disposal anytime
Is it really true?
Could
they call you in the night
He's got your picture
in his mind
He's got your number
On a paper at his disposal any time
Is it really true
Did you save
It's stimulating me though
Flashing on the screen
Everywhere at my disposal
Three seconds launching
And it's pain in my cerebral
Imagine at thirteen
Could it be someone's telling lies
Or could it be that I'm getting wise
Awoke myself from a nose-dive glide
I caught myself but you've lost all
Could it be someone‘s telling lies
Or could it be that I'm getting wise
Awoke myself from a nose dive climb
I caught myself but you've lost all
I don't need new friends, I think that shit disposal
You ain't did a thing if someone did it for you
I used to run from my emotions, now I touch
feeling anti social
I don't fit in with this world
Not with these locals
(Not with these locals)
Kill my old self
He in disposal
Got the blood of Christ
He
Lyrics at Abundance but never at disposal
composed in the secrecy, and privacy of my business, styles get spied on, fits get tried on
ensuring my
Disposal switch
Stick my brain in the drain (No)
Can't start what I can't finish
Heavy heart like an anvil (Drop)
I can't bear the standstill (Stop)
My
who's someone in my school, they want to suck my dick or sleep with me
I get big props, and high fives
For them quarter back sneaks from the 30 yard
Most nights I don't sleep well
Take it how you want it too misunderstood
To please someone's needs
I'm still hurting let me grieve
Bad apples turn rotten
forget the doubters the haters they shade ya vision
They can't relate because they page is plagued with plagiarism
Attempt to take notes when someone's
& Lamborghinis
Jordan 1s & every Yeezys
Cause you have them in disposal
But you got no friends on your side
No ride or dies
Just yes men
Who's looking for a dime
Maybe I'm lovesick
Or maybe I'm dehydrated
All I know is someone's broke my yolk
And I'm headed down the disposal
In my bed and in my head
I thought we
Fly-Tipping
The illegal dumping of liquid or solid waste
The waste is usually dumped to avoid disposal costs
Fly-tipping is not the same as littering
I would hate to treat you like pluto and remove you from someone's roster
Then have the people debate whether or not you should have gotten tangled up
would you hire me
Make me feel as if I'm someone you're admiring or someone not desiring a contract left expiring
See, there's levels to love and intimacy
who's someone in my school, they want to suck my dick or sleep with me
I get big props, and high fives
For them quarter back sneaks from the 30 yard
at all
Freedom is calling, the money's green, and to no country will I pledge my loyalty
I pass for someone who no one knows, I am the wolf who hides
Lyrics : lee dorrian / music : mick harris
So we're still in our teething stages.
As far as politics are concerned,
That's fine coming from someone
With both eyes closed I blew out his windows
A cheap shot, I know, but someone had to do it
"It isn't like he deserves it," that's easy for you
own that’s the way it was
I had drugs at my disposal but never even got buzzed
I never wanted to go that route my life’s about
Living right and Christ
supposed to do
Giving everything you got in school
I will try to give you every tool
At my disposal, so that you
You gon' know what kinda road to chose
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