Lyrics:
The deathclock is ticking
And I'm breathing thin air
I was blinded by the light of idolized despair
The endless lies supply a deadly truth
That can
a genius
I drop an album, its my life in sequence
God damn
Every body put your hands in the air
Cause life ain't fair
This year we ain't taking no more L's
Airs!
It’s a jungle out here!
Jung-jungle out here!
It’s a jungle out here!
Jung-jungle out there!
It’s a jungle out here!
They could kill you for your
I'm by myself when I fill up the tank
I'm in my zone when I'm smoking the dank
Tell me I'm wrong like who tell me I can't
This album heat like I made
time’ll have me flat by the life line
So I’m like fine
Got a bottle of the white wine
Coming live from the middle of the night time
Full cup but I find it
Come on
We gon' see it through
More than just an album, this is DS2
Gotta be ready to go as soon as He said move
Rebuking any evil and them demons
every time I'm by you!
This my second album, I'm back with the hits (Wit' the hits)
On the Rise was a hit, but this shits the illest (It's the illest)
deploy, 'ploy (uh, yo)
Bum-diggy-bum, bum-diggy-bum-bay
Hands in the air, or I'll shoot it sideways
Bum-diggy-bum, bum-diggy-bum-bay
How many times I
still want to know when the album comin? out
Ask the teenagers, O?Gs and Ask the kids
What they definition of Classic is
Timeless, cause age don?t
my hiney so kindly
Don't touch my paws bitch don't try me
Ya don't you ever defy me
Don't mean to be high and mighty
Thanks for the shit you supply me
the stormy seas
The supplies for dreams
At the edge of the light
At the end of the street
The coldness of the forest
Until we meet
It's fresh air during a fire
The Ring
Verse 1:
Then you realize the dream had passed you by like a plane in the sky/
Five hundred miles per hour meteor showers/
Sometimes
the deal
I got a hundred bricks, 14, 5 a piece
Enough to cop a 6, buy the house on the beach
Supply the peeps with Jeeps, brick apiece, capiche?
Everybody
No we can't compare
You not here
Nor there
Check new tone
My hair
Them 6's
They rare
The OG's
The air
Chris Roth
The shades
They white like
Kobain's
reside
Pussy niggas decline
Coward niggas resign
Cut a nigga air supply
Give me a reason
I don't care bout these made up laws
They're playing by
They
grinding to the day they put me in a body bag me
To give my kids a future that I never had
When you serve a pluck by your daughter and you don't feel no
thugs from the R-O-C
Sigel Sigel in the house
Uh-huh, sick bastard
Get your wig pushed back by the wig push-backer
Uhh, uhh, Memph Bleek in
from the R-O-C
Sigel Sigel in the house
Uh-huh, sick bastard
Get your wig pushed back by the wig push-backer
uh, uh, Memph Bleek in the house
thugs from the R-O-C
Sigel Sigel in the house
Uh-huh, sick bastard
Get your wig pushed back by the wig push-backer
Uhh, uhh, Memph Bleek in
I've got a window at the foot of my bed
Sometimes i pull the blinds open by the sill i rest by head
Cause I found the stars and constellations seem
My life has always been a mystery
Surrounded by darkness and shrouded by misery
Thoughts attacking viciously
Ripping me apart from the inside, I
das neue Album?“-Fragen
Und du fragst mich, wie es Jan geht?
Ich frage mich, was dich das angeht
Ich will hier weg, ich muss pissen und dein Telefon
with his dried out art supplies
What they taught was lies, cause I just stay lost and cry
Inside day and night, watch time pass me by
Freedom became
So you tryna get some attention by cussing and eating a fucking cockroach?
And Goblin, you get no props on it
It sucks so much I get blowjobs from it
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