Lyrics:
Now the sky's blackening
I know the mark's high, butter–
Flies rip apart my stomach
Knowin' that no matter what bars I come with
You're gonna harp,
the game those words are gonna pain
To make yourself better keep your mind out of the gutter
Don't think about the others just your competitors
When pushed
Now, Big Sean, he's going too fast
Is he gonna shout or curse out his mom?
There was a time I had the world by the balls, eating out my palm
Every
The raven's cry proclaims repentance
Out of the dark
Into the light
Leaving my mark
Free from the traitors gate
Into the storm
I'm gonna win
Killer
Where you wanna go, where you never gonna go
Slow down, anything less than going
Where there's gonna be a throw down, show down, show down
Where you
The underworld watches in horror
As this marks the day that
3 of America's most notorious outlaws
Will be executed for their crimes
Together
She said she liked my eyes
I told her to be by my side
It's gonna be alright
It's gonna be alright
Yeah, yeah
I feel like I'm stuck moonstruck
Lookin'
Every time you kiss my lips
You know I fear I'm gonna cry
Every time you kiss my lips
You know I fear I'm gonna die
Every time you kiss my lips
You
pride
But you and your friends you might cry
When you see that I have passed you by
Are you gonna be there
When I make my mark?
Are you gonna be
and cried
Just having my regular meltdown and realizing I'm never gonna escape capitalism
And I'm just gonna be a cog in the machine of productivity for my
it goes up until it starts
I got my eye on you
Whatcha gonna do?
Daydream near a stream with the linear bites
Oh, I listen to the song on repeat
C'mon baby, let's do the twist
Take me by my little hand
And do the twist
On your marks, get set
On your marks, get set
On your marks, get set
branded
I wear the mark of the slave on my head
Branded, branded
I know the feeling of the yoke on my neck
Branded, branded
I bear the scars
Bite marks on my skin I can feel em
Conceal em so everyone thinks that I'm living alone
But I'll see you at home
Messing with my hair in the mirror
C'mon baby, let's do the twist
Take me by my little hand
And do the twist
On your marks, get set
On your marks, get set
On your marks, get set
so rapidly,
Well, he said "Oh my, it's do or die, I've got to learn that auction cry,
Gonna make my mark and be an auctioneer."
Twenty-five dollar
I see ya movin' baby yeah
And you're lookin' good, said you're lookin' fine
Everything's gonna be alright, yeah
Let the music take control of your
a shortcoming
Shortcoming for the rest of your life
I'm off the grid living in some wildlife
They're new world order ain't gonna work
Natural disasters finna
word!
Like a bird, he'll drop a sky turd!
Amnesia- he forgot a lighter!
Mark's a guy who's one tough survivor!
But he'll run and hide because
He's not
chillin', loungin' at the crib, check it out now)
The, the mic is open, yo
For the Stretch Armstrong show, hosted by Bobbito
How should I start this?
The angels cry, they say my name
The hatred of men has brought them death
It's the final hour, they have arrived
The dark lords ride, they ride
atoms being savoured, They see Chromo 24 twice and quaver, and then they cry for saviour to lift em up from 7 feet deep pit made by their own hands
through the flesh of my fantasies
And I cry (to the pain)
In the dark (out in vain)
If I hold back I gonna lose my mind.
Bleeding red, bleeding red,
were saved by grace to live by faith
Don't you know your works are gonna fail you
Your works are gonna fail you yeah
Homie live by faith, just live by
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