Lyrics:
darkness before my past haunt me
I'm twenty-one, I been here before like a thousand times
I'ma make this song cry, I wrote about a thousand rhymes
Pain,
how the lyrics in the songs might get twisted
My wife wears red, but looks better without the lipstick
I'm a private guy and you know nothin' 'bout my
chicken?
Or chicka-chick-chick-jerk-jerkin' your chain
Twenty two jerks in a jerk circle
Or is it a circle jerk?
Or wait a minute what am I saying?
on August 21st
This summer was by far the worse
By far the worse
By far the worse
By far the worse (My_Kayla you hear me?)
Now I'm 3 cousins down
And my
Lady In Waiting
Music and Lyrics by Peter Link
How old is a soul? We hear it said, He's an old soul. And just how old is that? I'm thinking the soul
love the thrill
Club jumpin over here
So get it in
Twenty twin twin
Know what it is
Me and henney friends
XO Paradise
On the rocks
No telling
essential worker
Oba? Somehow? But anyway
Beat it
LYRICS PUBLISHED BY: PROMOTER MUSA
gotta make sure all my brothers win this
Game for real Why you look me in my eyes like it ain't
Pain you see I got 20k and hundreds like I can't compete
I was six the day James Baldwin died, and fifteen in ninety-six when Tupac's mother
Cried
Turned twenty in twenty-oh-one when Bush lied, and today in
I got some goals in my head and that mean something (it really do)
Now can't you see I'm meant for this shit
I got twenty bands plus but it don't mean
7/20/2023 Wednesday night turn to Thursday morning
I got bigger dreams then hopping in a foreign
I got bigger issues than my job in the morning
I
on this shit
('Cause this pain inside)
(It never seems to pass me) see I feel even more trapped
(I said it never seems to pass me by)
Yeah
Where'd we
I give drugs to the thugs price-free
Handed down the game by that nigga Ice-T
No doubt players like me
Recognize the great King Tee, about twenty
niggas actin up in the hood, send mo' troops
Why should I lie, when I can dramatize?
Niggas fell victim to my lyrics, now traumatized
Simply by spittin
and straight up shook ones, shook ones
He ain't a crook, son, he's just a shook one
For every rhyme I write it's twenty-five to life
Yo, it's a must, in
off by sprayin' beer in your face
So the '94 to them, I'm for my niggas that remember
Means I'm steppin' to the mic with lyrics colder than December
on a weekly basis
Have the authorities concerned looking at my Bank statements
I've been doing this balling on twenty pound budget
As a weekly allowance
Back
fluent on the rhythm
Leave a mother fucking corpse in a trench
I wedge fantasia lyrics
In the faces of haters and gimmicks
Dark spirits I face in
fast
Rents split 20 to 10, legalised twelve, drew to the pen
Lyricism shocking according to Flynn, institutionalised by the system
Climbing the ranks
I started opening my mind and by 20 i improved immensely
Started collaborating and dropping tracks by the many
Gotta a duo project coming soon i am
crazy by showing you are the human i cant be
Moonlight when she's angry
Moonlight when she's friendly
A moonlight in a feb
She is more than 1 + 20
Say
20-30m high again on drugs I could of died
Then started to get shy when I mixed both drugs
Recreational and pharmaceutical's but that's aside
Only cried
Can't be, Stuck on this, Infinite
Let me, Utilize, New tech, Goodies
Short cutting, This working, Mission
So by Christmas, I'll be finished, And winning
Hey, welcome!
Thanks for stopping by
Just playing a little guitar, peacefully
Just gonna add some drums real quick
If you see a drumstick laying
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