Lyrics:
Cut different I keep it lowkey
Boss shit I'm a mf G
Number 1 I can never be 3
These niggaz not fw me
Cut different I keep it lowkey
Boss shit I'm
me remains in my mind so clear.
You were saying you loved me, but the train made it hard to hear.
So, we moved by the Coke machine, oh, so we could
at the governor ball
I'm baggin' eight balls
Spilled Perignon on my suede Kaws
I had to tell that bitch
"Don't touch my waves!"
Layin' by the pool, $3K for
The shipping forecast issued by the met office
At 0130 on Sunday the 31st of December
There are warnings of gales in all areas except Trafalgar
Lean, mean, fucking machine
Sit on my face while you sucking on me
3D bubbly peach
Nah that's too-that's too much, hold up
Lean, mean fucking machine
bredrin
Try take ma jewels imma teach him a lesson
And dig out out his chest what you reckon?
We call the machine a wap not sitchy
Any dodgy move man'll
time
To when I could live life
Alright Time Machine
What time will we see
Next? Ready? One two three
Aw. I wish I could fix these memories
I can try
picking sides
Even God wouldn't want to recognise his own child
The image gone and tainted by the shards of war
Two tribes
Start a fire
No one triumphs
I'm not a rap god i'm a rap machine
And since you wanna know ima tell you what i mean
This shits just built in me i found the final peice
So once i
a machine?
With a heart, with a dream?
I’ve found love in his eyes,
Can I be what he desires?
In this digital embrace,
Can he love my hidden face?
Verse 3
Wasssuuup soldiers
Keep grinding
This songs is made for 3 persons but it's only me
I don't know why
I don't want money
I just don't wanna get
silver toed high heeled boots and a big old horseshoe diamond ring
Hung his big white Stetson hat on the rack by the pinball machine
He walked up
perfectionist and fussy
by the way.
Gnostix is us 3 + 3 always looking for attention like Fi Lusty
OMc coming through
Deadliest negro and im rolling 6 deep
man
From Massachusetts
Who dies from too much whiskey
And leaves me these three faces to feed.
Millwork ain't easy, millwork ain't hard,
I GOTTA SEE
( Hook )
I gotta see what the fuck imma be
Like a time machine
Or a show on repeat
I can’t vent to a soul
The emotions
Is
Live by a big blue screen
A revolution in killing machines
The illusion is real and in 3-D
I feel so at ease
Sit at home and watch you bleed
Rape my
Comin out the 3, cuttin hairs with that boy J-o-e
Yeah that nigga Joe
I done came through, Big Moe never been no hoe
I'm up on this tape, never gonna hate
Flea
Comin out the 3, cuttin hairs with that boy J-o-e
Yeah that nigga Joe
I done came through, Big Moe never been no hoe
I'm up on this tape, never
Happy Meals for the truancy
I can't believe this was three years ago, or four years ago, time's moving slow
And this time machine's gonna take me home,
count them by the pound
I was broke as a joke
But guess who's laughing now
Fuck a money machine, I'm a money machine
All my niggas they get it
Yeah
from Massachusetts
Who died from too much whiskey
And leaves me these three faces to feed.
Millwork ain't easy, millwork ain't hard.
Millwork, it ain't
gonna stop stop?
Another day in black and white
One, two, three, four, five
Another week goes by
I'm half alive
I'm getting sick
I'm faking this
I'm over
wreckin machine, by all means
Necessary, I destroyed on contact
No fear, of getting killed cause I'm strapped
The Hit Squad's deep, making it sweet
Thinking back on days we used to wish we could afford them (now we play)
Started getting rich off the shit I made out of boredom
Then we hit the strip when
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