Lyrics:
condo
Condo, condo, condo
Studio in the bedroom
Which is also the sex room
Got so much headroom
Stacking the bread room
So fresh, so clean
In my new
better pick the bread right
Hotel, room clear, hit it with the red swipe
Cops come, let the county do some fed nights
I'm really independent, I can say
bread, no room to be slapping
Yo, so many sleepless nights, grind don't stop 'til the whole gang eating right
You weren't there when I had no cake, but
bread
There's room on the road ahead
I don't want no country to call my own
I don't need one place to call my home
There ain't no one place
hit the block and I'm swerving cause lil mama got dick in her mouth
And spending no bread on the room
You can catch me at the house
Don't fuck wit no
have a bunch
You might even dine on caviar for lunch
Or you might have some bread or a room with a view
But I know it's in you 'cause I'm in it too
so obsessed
The discussion was the bread in every room we gathered
I was on it but was blinded from what truly mattered and that's the moment I decided
"Don’t do it too"
Imagine you stay on your ground
And prove it too don’t switch up on em
If they cost you a room bread then
You break the rich on em i
making all this bread
And my room stay red and she giving me head, like damn, like wait
Baby you so fine, baby you all mine
And I know that that's a lie,
down, sober
Get some bread
Not much room
For these mushrooms in my head
What the fuck
How these weed crumbs end up in my bed
Imma mess, I confess
I've
one in the air
I'm just tryna fuck up stages, whip my wrist and get some bread
In my room, I just spit, all I really make is bangers
I don't really talk
morale straying
The kids playing, but we stayed in, the yard vacant
A Sanctuary with no table for bread breaking
A room and bed but with no safety for head
trip, it's a mind-trip
Lend out your ears
Intelligence sears
Ignorance is bread from the room
Cause your fascist eye
You thought to cry
Everyone's
lies have always feigned
I'm spending all the bread so there's room for no change
Killing my time, forsaking verse and rhyme for a mere play on words
you...
I will hate more than you...
Fuck you, my life won't be forever
My weakness breads mortality
My room is empty, cold and silent
And the sun
Late night, no luck, time for knitting
Gonna relax with girl's night in
Never gonna stop
Jack in the box
Jack, Jack, Jack in the box
Jack, Jack
got skin as thin as a tomato
Always watch my little red back
Call for Jack the Minder
Jack the Joiner, Jack the Thief
One day, I'll jack it in
I'll go
don't know what's in store
Your love doesn't mean Jack (Jack, Jack, Jack)
Your love doesn't mean Jack (Jack, Jack, Jack)
Your love doesn't mean Jack
Jack the Ripper, a man, not a myth
A-K-A James Todd Smith
Hard like penitentiary steel
Breaking necks while I flex my sex appeal
Home girls in
Jack Blade was born to pure evil
His mother was liar and his father was a stealer
Grew up in the slums as the apocalypse raged
And his friends were
Then you can see how love will bloom
Joy - it's in the dictionary
See "J" Billy Jack Bitch
Do you ever really cry? (Do you ever really cry Billy
got
Jack Murphy
Ayo we got
Jack Murphy
Jack Murphy
Are you sure G
Are you sure G
I'm in desperate need for some mellow vibes my G
Okay okay you all now
Who's the fool with the cross-eyed stare,
The turned up nose and moronic glare?
Who's that simpleton standing over there?
Jack, Jack the Idiot
Jack, Jack, Jack Uccide, Jack Uccide
Jack, Jack, Jack Uccide, Jack Uccide
Ho un esercito di folli con me
E nessuno ha paura perchè tutti sanno
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