Lyrics:
on my wrist, Red Octobers on my feet
Yeah, I'm only 29, but I still ain't hit my peak
'Cause I (what), uh, I'm out of sight
Quarter million for a '67,
Feeding me lies, lies, lies
Losing my sight (Losing my sight)
Quarter past nine (Quarter past nine)
Staring at the skies (Staring at the skies)
It's
y'a
Keep it real
For one night
How you feelin just keepin it light
Dollar bills and breathtaking sights
Quarter mil by the end of July
Keep it
sight its a quarter past ten
Spend the night with me straight liq no chaser
Would you hold my pipe when the going gets tense
Ay be real for me no
light is out of sight
Quarter past midnight
Born I don't remember
A quarter past night
Born as a trickster
Born amiss in this light
Born I may remember
fired, all at the same time
Now there's a funeral on Wednesay, a quarter to nine
Sights in the city got people cryin'
Sights in the city got people
To sigh at the sight of the first quarter of life?
Ever stopped to think and found out nothing was there?
They laugh to see such fun
I'm playing blind
Quarter mill I'm tryna spend up on a Richard mill
100 k I think I owe it to my lawyer still
Spilt a cup of activist call it a oil spill
Riding
calendars crumble I'm knee deep in numbers
turned 21, i've twist, i'm bust and wrong again
know what it's like
to sigh at the sight of the first quarter
It's all quiet now
With the city just as dark as it can be
And not a word
From anybody in at least three weeks
I'm walking down the quarters
While I was over here
These moons are aligned
Close quarters are in sight
Miserable
his plans for life
Joey white, well he gets his orders
Grab your things and we'll meet you at the border
Kill 'em all, no quarter given
Shoot
Paid a pretty penny for my belt what's behind it
A nickel wit a dime strobe light You'd get blinded
A quarter with a sight if I miss that's unlikely
I
don't want none you got the right
When I get whacked it's not a pretty sight
One-quarter Scottish, three-quarters insane
Ay, think I've gone a little
time, get whacked no no no get whacked
You don't want none you got the right
When I get whacked it's not a pretty sight
One-quarter Scottish,
the right
When I get whacked it's not a pretty sight
One-quarter Scottish, three-quarters insane
Ay, think I've gone a little flat in the brain
Whack,
where the life is going to go
Oh yeah this a different mode
I'm talking fourth quarter Michael with my sight up on the fucking gold
Because I'm locked in
bitch don't even project it
I gotta quarter milli in my sight by the end of year but that's only projected
Nigga wan' play his shit 'round the B.O
and hooking to start
The teacher walked by with the term's report cards
One more quarter, but this was a sight
Shocked 'cause his grades were the hex code for
at the end of its cast
Even the sights of the quarter moons I nail a remember when to the wind
I've known you for so long I never wonder how you do the things
of people would cry though none spring to mind
Know what it's like
To sigh at the sight of the first quarter of life?
Every stopped to think and found
Feel so high, can you feel it?
Come on now, don't be shy (come on now)
Spring that love, this daylight
Got us falling in love at first sight (ay)
It's
Can't be sad for this long
You'll run outta time
And if you haven't noticed
In 2 years you'll be 25
Oh no, how time flies
Quarter life down the drain, no
Father Redeemed my life
Gotta have spiritual sight
For the fourth Quarter, I'm moving like Mike
Ooo Like Mike
I was in LA going crazy
Had to come
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