Lyrics:
I come out the jungle Had to go through the mud If you gotta issue then dead it my niggah I promise knuckling up No you don't want no smoke So just
the rubber on 65 Might not make it out alive White knuckling the wheel just to survive Caught in the crosswind, caught in the crosswind Caught in
guessing me so apathetically I want to be Consistently white knuckling I think I've seen Subconsciously your reasoning I want to be Consistently white
[Yeah] Knuckling up [Yeah] Pull Up, I'm phucking you up [Yeah] You've been stepping on me Mans on the mat now, WWE Calling the cops [What] Nigga we
soul sings I keep doing my thang Bare knuckling Coming back with rings I'm Not scared to play this game I'm Not going back the way I came From Keep each
Blood curdling White knuckling Nerve racking Nerve endings Strained and volatile Blood pumping Head is a hospital Trauma becomes anatomical Pins
back cause the cops shot you Buck buck bang bang, yelling "Fuck Fox News!" Booyaka buckle up, mothafuck ops too Ain't no knuckling up em young cause
maybe in the way For the real that you can feel When it's one knuckling your bone Buy y'all was to write a poem To feel inviting as a home So we started
got the motordrome walls of death splintering under me All-city galvanized bikes white knuckling Bright light, tunnel kings tuck in the devil PS, I
It's that broken motherfucker, knuckling until I relapse If I die they might cry until they inherit my stacks, uh Cold fucking world, tell me what's
of what I got, I give it all away Walkin' on eggshells gets tiring Pulling teeth, white-knuckling And I don't wanna hurt your feelings So I say
from tha first time I beef or a motha fucka mess up. instead of knuckling Up these motha fuckas get plucked. From where there young'z snatching grass
Sick Sick of the night Sick of the day Sick of the sun that burns you White Knuckling it Wasting away Color yourself back in again You're as sick
[Verse 1] Barry Tolbert, Lookout Lane He was white knuckling a diamond ring And fumbling for the dome light Sherry Lynn knows somethings up
a y-shaped water stick And five great venoms Caught it at the dog door by a Sideways phantom with a Swift attitude problem Knuckling up with a carbon Based
the cut Saucin' you up and all of us is knuckling up Have you buckling up motherfucker what I'm at war with the world (I'm at war with the world) That's
hot & most of the cops are kurrupt Taking matters into my hands stepping up not giving a fuck The only way to get attention is by knuckling up The cops
living So if I spoke it, then just know that I'm about that Know that I'm about that, knuckling up from youth Something you know nothing about, what's in
cups with first names, cousins my first gang Hooping in the culdesac, knuckling up with neighbors Binge watching the roots on the TV screen this what
the usual lack of sleep I fall victim to the tangibility I drive for hours in Connecticut White knuckling the wheel in stand-still traffic Anxious
know you're not I'm standing on the high dive white-knuckling a daquiri A thousand thoughts running through my head that I'll never let you see A hedon
non-stop And he's a crazy old bastard man But he's chewin' like no man can He's a lemon wedge suckling, tight white-knuckling Crazy old Apple man Yeah he's
name call me Kodiak, let me explain Form a little a dood I was bare knuckling and bare Better make some room, I be barely shoving I'm barely huffing My
was speaking in tongues Spouting gibberish Her fingers gripped around my own So tight White-knuckling Like any second she thought I could start
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