Lyrics:
Pacing, Walking Around, In the same place I was found
Really trynna go do something, this shit boring by yourself
I'm playing God trynna force this
on Spidey's wild ride
And the hills stood up in a great big 3
And left me whipped by the forces that were inside me
Loud as the ocean, cold as a desk, red
I'm chilling right out by the sun
They calling I don't need nun
Member glades living likes Issa hotel
Ferragamo she got in a bun
I think they mad
don't know why
God I wish I could fucking cry fuck
Wish I could change the past
If I'm really kinda being brash
I've been backstabbed
By lovers and loved
Space
but in their world there's no place for the likes of those
no needles - no fishhooks - to hold by my heart
a hole is a dangerous thing
O Sibyl, can
the crack spot, bangin' that Sheek Louch
The narcotics is far from garbage, whether it's cold or it's late August
My shit is fresh 'cause I catch
spot, bangin' that Sheek Louch
The narcotics is far from garbage, whether it's cold or it's late August
My shit is fresh 'cause I catch the hottest
My
lock you up
And make some dough off you and when your ass finally die
They'll find a hole for you, I know it ain't no love
It seem cold to you but
Yo, there's still time
As the door close, the cold wind blows
Down America like the Wall of Jericho
Some will walk the sheet close
Many are called
hole, Sucked by the giant marble, feeding the eclipse.Drained from their energy, turned into thin dead beads,They rain down all around, twirling
Put a hole in his ass
Swerving thru traffic with 200 bands
Coppers can't catch me I'm looking like flash
My mother she praying she hope I don't
I leave, go out the front door now
Check the weather, what is the forecast
Tryna make it rain, lookin' for more cash
Little man, ain't got no
ripped right through the flesh
Of the children of the sun
And the moon, and the earth
And some Indian god
Sewed the wound up into a hole
Pulled
We dug these holes we crawled into
Now they're my home
Now here I cannot feel the wind
Can't feel the rain or cold
And I believe in gentle harmony
Totally psychic, open your mind quick as the vibe kicks
Moederfok it, I skeem this vibe's rou'
Jislaaik yo
Yo yo yo yo check out this hype flow
I go by
so cold
He been trappin' through the rain with them fuckin' old clothes
He don't let nobody in he gon' keep the door closed
Feel that hole in his
It's a cold world niggas killing over pride
Liquor store on every corner
Drink smoke, and get high
Everybody's Tiktoking that's a clock that don't
He grinds his teeth, he cries
And the earth is washed by the rain
tears don't reach the ground
Turning into snow
It's too cold in here
Too cold
feels nice
Hope was smiling high on melancholy
As the world slipped by
And ripped that hole from your chest
Give me something I can lay my head in
The costs bold
Land of the lost tomes
Feel cold
Emotionless like rock stone
Strive and push on
Until each new dawn
Keep the embers lit
Until the rains gone
Baby
Can we talk?
I miss you
I miss the old you
I miss us
Please, baby
Call me back
Standing in the rain for too long
Can't remember the way I turned
get smoked just like Jane
Hit me for the bags in any weather nigga fuck rain
My hands stay in my pocket I can't let go of the glizzy
Nigga run up acting
wind or rain...
Night is cold and has sound of fear
My illusions fill my heart and my soul
I don't know what's going on
But I need to get out of this
get sentimental when I try to make my day
So I'll fix a hole where the rain gets in to lead me not astray
And if I keep on walking by
Beneath a fire in
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