Lyrics:
Texting females who I might invite
To my palace overlooking plights
Not something that I like
Rather something that I wanna fight
Enticed by cool vice,
Spending time alone is what I need so imma get away
When I die I know the world will cry but they'll appreciate
Look into they eyes I can feel it We
I
Thought I lost it
To a concept
That I chained inside my head
For the longest time
Just drifting by
Life's boring me to death
You
Found a reason
crazy, something says baby, yeah, maybe you're that girl
That girl, that girl, that girl
That girl she's a sugar sweet drive-by
Hold my dreams in her blue
tooo sweet
Flexin on you dummy boy
Shit tooo sweet Too sweet
Got my own but spending yours
Body just so crazy———-
I’m poppin baby
Everyday my fucking
holy on temple grounds
At Hayama enjoying the beach
While I’m sipping on chuhis
Watching the waves enjoying my days
Zushi is where i tend to go by
found my soul mate finally
But one day I found out she actually owned a copy
Of Joe dirt on DVD
Oh, no! I said
Hey! Are we lobbing hand grenades, kiddo?
motherfucker
That nigga me
And he grew up on poverty
Grew up on robbery
Grew up on ebt
He grew up on dvd's
Grew up had to wash the ones down
Just to keep em
Can't be joyful it's so pointless
When I see you everywhere
There's no plan I miss my man
It's sad cause I know you don't care
I'm spending
wonderful spending time with you alone
Tell me everything about you, it’s never getting old
Time’s passing by like nothing
Fire in the cold
It’s so wonderful
to survive,
Guess you always gotta be a better guy.
Never fell for those flashing by,
I don't sell my soul for money supply,
Spending my Julys in Hawaii,
I
neck
Next time I fuck ya bitch, I'm a grab her by the neck
Hit a Doug E then I dipset, billy nigga I'm a big dip
Not a crip but I big drip, anytime I
live in light of grace
I'm spending time with you
I'm spending time in you
I used to walk an old dark fate
By Your mercy Lord I run my race
Eternal
the tracks
Look what 3 minutes maid
Timeout
I been on a spending craze
I need to slow it up
New pack and it's dank I need to roll it up
Hol up
Niggas bogus
slide up in between,
She pop it lock it drop it on the floor,
She shake that ass and make me want some more,
Never had a problem with spending my doe,
is nothing better to me
Than spending time at Christmas
With the loved ones in my life
And telling them how much it means
To have them by my side
If
I've learned how to:
(Chorus)Cuss you out in Japanese, Organize my DVDs, Play Solitaire again, and I hear that your doin' fine, smilin' all the time
I show you how to do this youngin
How you want it my sneaks is nine hundred
These ain't Gucci baby these is the Louis
In the kitchen with the white
Tryna find my Supernova
Tryna find my Supernova
Spending all my time tryna find my way
Reaching for the stars help me out oh lord
Oh lord
Tryna
(Yeah it’s been a long time coming)
(Spending my checks by the hunnids)
Yeah it’s been a long time coming,
Spending my check by the hunnids,
Smoke
testify
Who's that girl? You let me lie
All summer night, reachin' for nine
On stand by, all at a time
You get high, and you testify
I got a text
comes
Winter, summer, autumn, spring
Days turn to weeks and months turn to years
Times gone by fly away like the wind
A hurricane that whisked the beauty
Loyal like a dog that doesn't need a leash
A lot of time spending in the days this week
Just thinking about it
Oh would you wanna put your trust in me
It's that time
Okay
Moment of clarity from my chest
I got issues that were unaddressed
Put my ass into one big mess
Pieces from my inner growth, I
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