Lyrics:
nigga, South Philly with mittens, look how chilly the rist is; poppin wheelys
with bitches; Poppin wheelys at snitches
You got three ways to die; Fire
Keep watering a dead flower
Everything I make is a piece of plant
And some day it could have been a flower
And the things that are flowers are dead
Till
While she goes down
When I went to my bros
Told him help me please
Now we hop out the PJs
Hosted by the P
My old bitch yellin' come back
Come
talking, bitch trust me I'm immune
I got 1 duffle full of millions
I got 2 bad bitches look like villains
Count to 3 don't care about your opinion
4 pills my
a hole in one, Grand Master
Life never fast enough people yelling faster
Master of disaster, Hulk Hogan Rocky 3
Throw a champ out the ring
Can make Simon
Draw in colour pen
Then a game of make pretend
Have you got a pet?
Mum won't let me yet
She says maybe when I'm ten
Tomorrow at three
See you by the tree
like it's Rocky 3
Days gone by
Weeks gone by
Time flies by, faster than you could ever live it, yeah yeah
Faster than you live it, yeah
Days gone by
Flippin' mad pies, low price, I blow dice and throw them
.45 by my scrotum, manifest the Do or Die slogan
My niggas roll in ten M3's
Twenty Gods poppin'
Faster yea they want it faster yea, uh (They want it faster)
Tell em all I’m fasting yea
Aye yo, I go by the name Sean Cosy
And I wanted to rap to y’all
Restless, three days without sleep, his mind wrapped in barely perceptible haze
He continues east, shaking, despite the stuttering convulsions
don't relate
Spending money by the thousands now these days
Counting up so much money my thumb went numb
She hit my phone and then I fucked her in her
important
Your gravity is too strong and it's fuckin' up my orbit
Contact avoided by the time I record this
I just want you to listen
Everytime I see
3
These are the days that I have left
Until apocalypse
And they keep on counting faster
These are the days that I have left
Until I'm broke
These are
all, the colors of a dream
Tell me we'll make it
One day, no place we couldn't reach
Let's give it up for Finn
We are, faster than light, no time
1, 2, 3, 4, 5 years go by
I don't really know why, I don't really know why
7, 8, 9, 11 years go by
I don't really know why, I don't really know
bits
By some Pollock I know in Evergreen Park and dip them in the potion
And drop them in Buckingham Fountain at 3:13 on Friday morning.
And then
bits
By some Pollock I know in Evergreen Park and dip them in the potion
And drop them in Buckingham Fountain at 3:13 on Friday morning.
And then
Once they hating all I see
Is love shaded by the drive they can't seek
This ain't for the weak
One percent per day is seven per week
Never use the top
I feel lost, empty, filled with voids
And all this is caused by never ending noise
Cause I just cant figure whether my problems
Are too superstitious
of getting struck by lightning twice
I'm in a cinnamon-colored vintage smoking spice
Cop a low price (I know people)
Pop wheelies on motorbikes
And get
the corner.
Close to the end, down by a river.
Seasons will pass you by.
I get up, I get down.
III. I Get Up, I Get Down
Anderson/Howe
In her white lace
You
parked on 3rd street by Gate house
Where the fire at
Come round thinking shit sweet
Try to take something
Don't try that
Six pack had the Pyrex
My cousin
Welcome back to that blue station
And I'm your host, DJ Azul
And if you're feelin' blue, ya already
I'm chillin' with a young king
By way of Alabama
Welcome back to that blue station
And I'm your host, DJ Azul
And if you're feelin' blue, ya already
I'm chillin' with a young king
By way of Alabama
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