Lyrics:
make prints everywhere you go
so a menace put on hold my mouth makes it dirt
all alone in a grey room in a grey world
amazing days flew away to a better
down
She team carbon squeeze
Follows the prints in frozen ground
At the bottom of the world
You can't stop looking down
She team carbon squeeze
Follows
a Lincoln
At fifteen, middle fingers walked out the precinct
I mean the cycle just continue
The vital information and fine print on the menu
So you'll
Yeah
If I'm the only bitch on your map
You gotta delete all those other apps
If I'm the only bitch on your map
You gotta delete all those other
a bitch
Got my eyes wide shut
Like Nicole Kid-man
Want the nose to match
And that's whack
Get a map shove it up your backpack
Notepad in your hand
Cause
for you to print, a map for you to get back
A guide for your eyes so you won't lose scent
I make it stink for you think I ink these verses
Full
have here is a girl
She takes matters in her own hands
And into her own world where
Every fight we have, you throw your words like little punches
In
leave the world with both my paw prints
Lift my fuckin' leg, and piss on all these so called stars
niggaz and build maps
High powered money, blimps with emblems
Pimps, all of my hoes'll spray you under the tints
Yeah, car shows with cases, writing
on the floor
You set your sights on him
You left a hand print on the door
Like all the boys before, like all the boys before
This is our luck baby, running
to another world
Worked all day
Worked all night
Gettin' nowhere
Drove all day
Drove all night
Goin' nowhere
Out of print
Threw caution to the wind
moorehead
You throw that ass
You throw that ass
You throw it across the map
Then you throw that ass
You throw that ass
You throw it then I catch
We can keep
connected to the world
Through a song when I'm speaking
Frequent my moods shift
So the way I view it
Change quicker than
The time it took to introduce it
and let em see
Worn battled reap. The world changes like seasons be
A faux tattle tells truly where I need to be
Let out a scream, OH the mask, relaying
Of the lute
To her beau
She is still
She is still
She is still
She is still
On the map
Of the world
To her side, a glimpse of a life
That is shut
From
gets colder, without a scarf around your neck
feels like these borders have us land locked
and there are glass shards in the sand box
and every landmark
I just wanna drip you out in diamonds and pearls
Still remember all them nights saying I would give you the world
Go to sleep and wake up shocked
You were born to a cold world
Two brief blips in the script of this old girl
You were pranked by the body
Blood full of copies, brain going lossy
You
pack
Let her count the racks
She a real bitch
At her crib I keep the strap
Take across the world
Fuck her thru the map
Every time I bend her over
She
say it ain't true
Same thing they did to Jesus
He even got it from his own crew
Intuition , discernment and alignment
Is Your own clue
To map your print
like Kareem Abdul Jabbar
I hit that brake so hard, that I dropped my cigar
Pussy print fat like cash in a wad
I'm lookin like, "Damn baby girl, don't
With one hand over the mouth, still managin' to shout
there's more said, then in the lines in your forehead
Then could ever try to find print
lost race
Age in the black ink blur of a rained-on print-out.
I wake up dumbly and stroll through the police line-up of my daily selves;
And in
Map out your life
Sketch out the signs that were put for you
Cover your tracks and let the prints wash away
So they say
It did not turn out your way
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