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You've got a blue-tac smile Stuck on a cardboard face Alcohol makes a funeral pyre That can light up this place You say you've got your reasons Well, so have I I've considered suicide But I'd rather that you died Because every spoon full of sugar Needs a bitter pill Just to keep it down Feels like I'm standing still When I should be running around Why Don't you lie To me anymore?
Bum bum bum bum, bum bum bum bum. Bum bum bum bum. Bluetac and cella-tape, that's been hit by a truck One chop-stick, an ash-tray from Canada Paid bills and envelopes Things that you think'll come in handy, But they just never do.
Gotta move on, nah I can't look back Ain't got no enemies, I never lack Pull up on niggas, I'm makin' em tap Keepin' em dancin', lighten the strap Jump in the whip, with my foot on the gas No license, but I slide on the track No license, but I'm spinning it back They think that I'm Mabu, they think that I cap They think I cap, I got a headache Life is stress, or is it my durag Beats and bars and melodies stick in your head They stick in your head like blue-tac I flew back on economy, business class That's next, you knew that Throw my W's up like Wu-Tang London town, I rep my movement
I guess were , didn't work out it the end I need someone that would die for this Were we made out of bluetac ? It didn't stick Yeah you treated me , treated me like shit did i deserve i really didn't You made me look like a damn dimwit Cause you broke me internally And now externally you got me crying for shit That i didn't even meant Now i'm not feeling it I am lost soul with a heart to be fixed Yeah time flies by in the best of times But when you are alone it freezes at night I wonder why sometimes i get by In a lost soul there's many things you'll find
I've always Been up on my jugg mode Dnt ask questions thats That's something u should kno Lord knows Always one up from the get Go if I ain't wit the gang Then trust me Im wit bro Calculating them numbers I did it for the cash that's the only Way I see dough CHAT like they get it I know they dnt get it THEIR still tryna find a way out like nemo I been stuck to my block like bluetac My circles that tighter than cainrows or two plaits I ain't gotta prove that I Thought that u knew that but It ain't no biggie cah man got my 2pacs Countless times i taking a risk that was by all means but it still weren't adding up We're not alike they spend money on nookie I was stacking up money you know you Have to rack it up I need more figures that's elastic bands that paper cuts I get paid in full We ain't like them ain't nothing alike they dnt see no change dnt get paid at all Run through cash so my Stacks not small but trust me I need it way more Tall When it's bout lizzy the fone line rings and If it ain't dat I dnt pickup that call I really get busy tryna see more lizzy cnt settle for a wage that minimum 100 bags WHAT'S NEXT cnt make no less Im tryna make more than a million I been wit the bros dat i starved wit if mans eating then Of course I'm bringing them bringing them bringing them Browning sweet like cinnamon cnt even act right gotta teach her discipline Done footwork done mileage face mask on no covid virus SILENCE Bad one acting prestige but she's all on her knees I kno she needs some guidance BUT WAIT I ain't on internet typing more like 2STEP when mans grinding No suit & tie to the streets mans tied in It's takes timing but I had to mine in
Waithing to be picked up, and stuck up on you bedroom wall. And as the bluetac fades away, along with the photograph one might say. That it's all over, the well is dry, mouthes are shut and arms are tied.
I'm tryna live it up like Tupac Out on the strip with the stick no bluetac Got a couple ton on my wrist you'll get who jacked? Chat that beef on the net you'll get you slapped Always got it tucked Make you fold like a book Laughin' to the station Back seat in my cuffs Pack in my pocket smell the cali on my bud Blue lights on the strip so we cut Brother to my side he's the one that I trust Try chat shit you'll get hit with the shush Keep the stick tucked or I throw it in a bush Gaffin' in the city got the henny in my cup Sip a bit of lean I just mix it with the slush Backing out my skins build a whiffer with the kush I know that she be staring I don't even gotta look Your bitch belling me "TeeJ I wanna fuck" Bitch don't be silly 'coz your only good for sucks If you flew round ours you would leave looking rough I'll be belling you a jobe soon as I bust my nut Then I bell another slut She be sayin' that she love me so she always wanna fuck Need to get me off the road need that real type of love Take my Bally and then my gloves and then she say I've had enough Gettin' freaky in the sheets pullin' out some fluffy cuffs Put them on Hold them back Dig it deep she like it rough Neighbours knockin' on the door Keep it down we tryna fuck She be bouncin' on the dick take it deep until I cum I don't even wear a Johnny still not tryna have a pup Can't resist my temptations push it deep inside her gut Been a couple fuckin' hours but still ain't had enough Every time she lick it clean yeah she love the taste of nut 2 hands give her grip yeah I love the way she suck Push it deeper heavy breathin Said she love the way I fuck I be grippin on her hips and then I push it in her gut She be moanin' out loud "TeeJ it's so good" She be grippin' on the dick two hands then she suck I'd be lyin' if I said she wasn't good at givin' uck Lick the tip swallow this yeah she love it when I...
I wonder if this TV could see me then what would it think Watching green screens and fake scenes for eight hours I think I only came here this evening 'cos my head needed clearing But then I stick on the news and its all shit that hearing like Racist messages and lying politicians Science says "The world's fucked" but no one wants to listen If Simon said "Stand up", what would you do in my position Deep breath and eyes shut so I can focus on the vision I don't talk much and when I do I speak slowly But I think a lot and when I do think fast There's been days when it felt like nothing was below me but These days that's just a thing of the past I don't talk much and when I do I speak slowly But I think a lot and when I do think fast There's been days when it felt like nothing was below me but These days that's just a thing of the past Wearing Carhartt and Jordans I walked in and saw him Pint of Stella, big spliff and a big grin, I told him It takes confidence and courage to go and make the most of you time I knew he lacked the latter so gave him a piece of mine for peace of mind Back to Peace Pieces and practicing preludes again I got a passion on my mind, can't say the same for my friend, I said Go find what makes you happy, be it music or basketball And stick to it like blue-tac for all the posters on your bedroom wall You can lead a horse to water but you can't make it drink You can lead a man to knowledge but you can't make him think So do something, not nothing, before you waste your life away I'm here for you any minute, any hour, any time of day And I'm not saying that I'm perfect man, I'm far from it I just see you're on a path and feel I can't stop it Spend some studying yourself , your mind and what's on it Do something worthwhile, you might learn something useful from it Since I've been isolated, I've contemplated How I should be compensated for the time lost Every second passed has unpayable cost Currencies, quantities, transcending qualities Of our own creation, simple contemplation Leads to thinking 'bout, the final destination Welcome to isolation Right now, life is just waiting, I'm contemplating What I thought was objective, my objective is to find The truth between the lies like the price between the thighs Caught up in the absence of your brown eyes I'm in the middle, no Malcom Searching for the virtue as the outcome But lying victim to the praying vices Temptation manipulates and entices Chatting 'bout your "hot bars", like herbs and spices, look Time is slowly ticking, you're either the fox or you're the chicken, but this ain't KFC I can see a brother banging F for K I can see long texts telling me to F off, I just say K I never thought I'd find so much pleasure in the message hey But now I'm lonely No baccy, no rollie Prioritise myself only You don't know me Enter abyss slowly
But then they start thinkin' they famous and lit (at all) And the .30 I got, wake the neighbors up, bitch (thirty) Like I'm in L.A right now, smoke an O, I could never, ever be sober Blue-Tac, but approvin' the Rover (like what?) She like to think she love, but I blow up (brr) Free the guys in the four, makin' niggas fold up That's the, "Oh, we turned him to a donut" And she wanna meet the G's Like dry that boat, my gun, she totin' Like shake it, shake it, she in love with my voice, tryna get naked And I'm RPT, baby girl, I ain't basic (RPT) Drop the O, maybe you'll be sanctioned And that girl might be banned from the T's (like what?)
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