Lyrics:
kill it.
We can kill it now.
Face to face. Mano a mano
I am now the sole survivor
The Mark is on you.
The Hunter will take your soul
cnd he's hiding
dream of crystal, the leaves, entwined
Remain the sole trace of your mark
swanky jerry
My swag stays ready
Gucci Fenome and maybe some fendi
Christian Loubiutin sole
all ready
On your mark
Get set, Go
Are you ready!!!
I don't
shit
Well you better go and check your sole
See the track marks and take a sniff
Cause you’re gunna have some hell to pay
Better learn to read
you gat nothing on my sole (soul)
Press for the mark
Like person wey get laundry
Wey want make him ghetto show
mind, but I be the antidote
Didnt wanna go but I had to go,
trekked across the desert left my mark like a camel sole
From the chest like a camisole
anti
years
It's marked by the soles/souls of those who've gathered here
We're laying down a new floor today, adding marks near those from before
So take
Wherever we go, we'll leave a mark
While snow crunches under the sole
Where we passed there was a light
Now you are completely my own
Show me what i
a killer, you still learnin' how to walk
From New York to Cali all the real niggas carry chalk
Mark you for death, won't even talk that East and West crap
Well, if you're ever in Austin, Texas
A little run down on your sole
I'm gonna tell you the name of a man to see
I'm gonna tell you right where to go
Life’s a beach
I got sand all over me
X marks the spot
You were an Ex right from the start
Should’ve made my exit on your mark
Wave the flag
False start
a killer, you still learnin' how to walk
From New York to Cali all the real niggas carry chalk
Mark you for death, won't even talk that East and West crap
Make a blind man run
Take a block from the streets that they choose
Drill holes in their soles when they walk
See them dragging the sticks that they
to you),
That's all I asked for her.
The marks upon her body
And the marks upon her mind.
I could have erased them
If I'd only taken the time.
I never
Questo è ciò che vedi sul web
Quante storie d'amore
Dai prati alla play a del sole
Mi faccio Pamela e poi sparisco
Mark Caltagirone
Sono al centro
eternal lines
Left to rot here like dead mice,
Trapped in stone with their soles alight
Twisted fortunes, deceit, and lies.
Oh, Sticky fingers repent your
I don't understand why you break me,
When you the sole purpose that makes me,
Yeah you make me,
What I realize there's no escaping,
That I don't like
seen through walls hand carved puppets
Don't make a madman out of god's gifts.
X marks something magnificent if it's meant to be,
And I'm meaning
stop signs to street names
No yellow marks on these back roads, so I paint the lines that pave my way
And these framed pics on my wall from my top tens
with an over coat and a worn out sole
I'm looking for the writing on the wall.
-Chorus:
What am I to do with this?
I've stuck myself with
the shadows dodging scrapes and frays
No marks on my new kicks moonwalkin smooth
Brooklyn's amazed as I glide and groove
On these pavements like a king on his
Mark Boomin, Mark Boomin, Mark Boomin, yeah
Lil' Jlo, Lil' Jlo, Lil' Jlo, 720, YSN
Seven in the morning, tryna get some pape
Seven in the morning,
Didn't hit the mark
Didn't make the break of day
Again
Lying
On a dream that sleeps underneath
All the dirt and bones and
All the boys you couldn't keep
kept a good name
Sole, Play the cards I was dealt in da game
Take it how ya give it
Many keep abandonin' da flame
Depends on how ya livin'
4 playas,
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