Lyrics:
of the wickedness
Fuck the world! is my motto
I just can't understand why they point the finger
When they see me doing my thing
Bitches swing when they see me pass by
weren't who you said you were
By the way that you pulled my strings
You played the wrong motherfucker
So don't be surprised
When I swing
Cuz when I swing
Swing your head into motion
Raise your arms to the sky
Watch the clouds roll on by
Enemies of wasted time
Demolish everything
Lose yourself
cocaine
Fuck, hell nah nigga I been on that lean
Swing or bouncin' front to back watch me change the lane
Niggas be constantly talkin' that shit
That
Fast rocking chair (fast rocking chair)
Swings by itself (swings by itself)
Dreams in a dream (dreams in a dream)
Real as it seems (real as it seems)
Boss bitches and fast cars
Look I'm back stuntin' my ass off
Got the drinks on ice and the watch on ice
Now the hoes feeling nice
Every year my year
to kill the Klan, shoot the fans a tractor pull
Got crazy game, so no one can stop me
But ah-yo, I'm white, I guess my game is hockey
Or basketball,
So, uh, me and Betty were hanging out by the bleachers and, uh
It was a Saturday night and the stars were out
And I reached for her hand and I held
wanna watch it hit yo head (Right)
Bash it and smash til it's fucking raining red (Waste)
Shut your fucking mouth, i do not care bout what they said
Swing
She once let me watch her make love
It was the kind of balance made by kings
She took it all, but left me some
I guess I always thought she'd have my
Absolute mad lad
Hitman habits
Mind off fucked up things but he's still sliding through traffic
Sees a derelict barn tractors work around
Cyclones
that when the grass was always greener
And the sadness in the sun can turn it blue.
Take a swing up to the sky
And never watch it pass you by
journey
My life is on the ground
I grow old by the lake
My psyche never found
Death is weaving the new freedom
Watch me slowly drown
Again
Don Chi Chi and I turns it out
[JD]
I'm sumpin' y'all dread like locks, get bread by the flocks
Bitches love me and I'm duggy from
wound
To being murdered on a timeline
Watch you take your last breath
And they'll just stand by
Watch you take your last breath
And they'll just stand by
What She Wants
2011 Grant Maloy Smith
Spider webs and scrambled eggs and barns
The sights and sounds stay with me
That Summer at her Grandma's farm
This divine yet accursed blade
Handed down to me by my father
Transfigured by my Nephilim soul
An asset to my power
Visible even in Limbo
No space is
tucked Tony
Two bangin' cases on my momma I'ma keep it on me
Gotta watch my back for these snakes 'cause the streets home
I'ma leave 'em in the back, by
watch the pendulum swing/
Tick tock, plot the hymn till it sing and keep it raw nigga, OITO/
On the dot, that alarm gon ring, I wake em up with what I'm
your pour sperm from your boots
Vigilante hardcore to the penis
Tell you fuck you my attitude is anemic
I'm the illest nigga alive watch me
And I'll watch you with eyes that can see I can see
That you're too good at pulling that wool over me
And I'll fight but there's nothing here I find
Uh-huh, we'll see, spend a little time with me
By the time I make my move you be sayin' finally
(ain't no moves to be made) too many games get played
romancer
Strung so tight
Gotta watch her swing
Nothing's going on
Nothing's going on
Nothing's going on
Nothing's going on
Nothing's going on
Nothing's
it, then I push it uptown to the Bush
Yeah I moosh, watch me hook it off like a Nike swoosh
My conglomerates reign dominance with prominence
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