Lyrics:
trust anybody, yeah no one
Savin' up 24 bullets with gun
Cause I got demons that I cannot let out, umm
Hopefully the next album can help me out
Cause
[Verse 3: Remi Martin Rap]
You see I'm 21 sitting on them 23's so I
Guess I can why a dude like you would like me
I got a box of duchess and a whole lot
Why you so corny
She said it's getting boring
Yeah
Calling me broke is comical
You study my life for optical
You just stay behind as time passes by
You
you can't tell
T-Trust me homie
Do not walk up in my shadow
Just respect my handle while we bang and make the
Earth rattle
Go Yeah
I predict
burn
The album of pics
Of us in a fit
Shit we don't exist
It's you against I
Till I don't exist
I am a man
And we don't exist
We keep it trill
So we
stop?
Overkill like a pipe bomb in your pine box
You're all hitched to my cock (What?)
Went from punchin' a time clock to getting my shot
Then treated
the same
Crashing day by day
I've got some trust issues
And they're coming to me all from you
Screaming what's the use
Finding solace in your twisted truth
Yes, he made the album of 2012
(Just ask him
He'll tell you) But that was just the
Second biggest moment of Frank Ocean's year
Here, while wearing
guys in a box
(Free em free em)
My mama worked doubles the lot
Still wasn't given a lot
Trust me you can ask Apples
We wasn't given a touch
(Yeah Yeah)
wrapping shit, that's that album Tha Ali
Box a nigga up then we sting him like a bee
You ain't realize that's that Christmas spirit
That's that word spirit,
just want you to know that. Because we always thought we could get, you know, we could get reality by just putting on the clothes and wearin' the face
getting started
You know I got it, no doubt about it, by the time that I've departed, I'll be highly regarded
You was on your hands and knees, crying out
wet the bed a little
Sucks to be the goat but who can ask for a better deal
Yeah we get it live, all our shit we make we televise it
You should trust
acts like me and your daughter, did
I be coughin' layin' in the coffin
Step out the fantasy world you be lost in
Dead man walkin', engage you
And I can go show off my rocket powered solid gold Benz
I tell ya life is no much nicer with invisible friends
"Record an all-banjo Falco tribute album
the nigga in the suit in the box under the ground
Fox chased by the hound locked permanent frown xzibit get down
By liftin' iron by the pound for the tough
was raised by the Rap Gods/ raised by the rap gods
Ladies and gentlemen I like to thank you for listening to this track. I like to thank you for
Never worried bout a bitch
Call me Money Makin’ Mitch
Try to put me in box
Feelin’ just like Roddy Ricch
Try to kill all my composure
Luckily none
Twin
Blat
Twin blat
Huh,
I been so goddamn high I don't know
when i'm landin', huh
These niggas so broke they don't got no plans
Run up, you might
the feds
The fact of it is most people that rap like this
talkin' about some shit they haven't lived
Surprise, you know the drill
Trapped in a box, declined
hate for no reason
Ruger leave a nigga breathless
Bitch, I carry shells by the
Box like some Adidas say you know this nigga
I don't know this nigga
I
I’m so sorry I missed your birthday
I didn’t think you would care if you heard from me
By the time I decided you might, it was too late
And now I’m
box's bursting
Oh shit the fuse box's bursting
Oh shit the fuse box's bursting
How are you gonna convince me this isn't hurting
How're you gonna convince
with me in a cardboard box
See all these bitches coming baby loyalty is real
Besides a few mishaps the loyalty is there
Coming by the fires baby
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