Lyrics:
baby suckin on daisies
Caught two to the chest, one to the head
5 niggaz walked behind him dressed in red
With ski masks, but niggaz thought it was
followed all the stars that led me to satan
Drag me through the vortex
Yeah so I can forget
Chained to the hospital
Twenty seven regrets
Wearing on a mask
the summer right
You gon fall behind
What was expected
Haunt you from my aura once reflected
Commanded by the spirits
Of the soldiers I've collected
Craft
a cold war-looking at me
From behind every tree
There's a scared man running from a
Cold war-don't you look now
But the skinny boy's a streetfighting
'em
We always solve 'em, like
Man, it's kinda crazy thinking about it though
Like so much has happened yo, and I mean shit, by the time y'all are
can hide from man but not your conscience
You eat the bread of sorrow drink the wine of violence
Allow yourself to be conquered by the serpent
Why
was not bound for Heaven
I'd be cast in shame
Into the Magdalene laundries
Most girls come here pregnant
Some by their own fathers
Bridget got
Devoured by those evil eyes and those piggy limbs
You sad fuck, you throw small change
Take your dirty hands off my love
Heaven knows where else you've
I remember a math teacher I had in 7th grade,
he talked down to me about every single day.
And to make the matters worse, the bastard failed me too
interrupted by a doorbell
3:52, who the hell is this?
I gets up quick, cocks my shit
Stop the dogs from barkin', then proceed to walkin'
Its a face that I
the days
We didn't dwell on our fait
Blowing wit T60t and Crazo on 7th
On Mook and paCman on 8th
Watching For The Enemies
While we Still up On The Creep
These niggas weak whack, I twist 'em like weed raps
Still on my Nino Brown
Still getting G-money on G packs
No stunna man bussin' like Dunna Man it's
isn't really green
He's just a man behind a machine
Pushing buttons, flipping switches
Levers and things
To portray something greater
Stronger than he
behind the mask.
You won't let me find it.
my body suffer
I just want someone to rely on
But no one's here LUCIFER
I was deceived
by your sweet words
and I couldn't even hate you
I wear a mask
And when my old man was near to the end
You loved his broken body
In the same way that I did
I wanna lay me down and be lover of the year
In this
to heaven, man
I gotta raise hell
Rather be carried by 6, than be touched by 12
Rather be carried by 6, than be touched by 12
Niggas thinkin they slick
But
Shit, tired of gettin' shot at
Tired of gettin' chased by the police and arrested
Niggas need a spot where we can kick it
A spot where we belong,
Yeah
Mask up my pain, hold back my tears
I'm going insane, nobody knows
All by myself, let the rain hit me
I'm going insane, nobody knows
Lately out of the jug
And he's still liftin' platinum falderal
Call it Hell
Call it Heaven
It's a probable twelve to seven
That the guy's only doin'
Ravaged are the heavens
Seven angels are deployed
The seals delivered
To return us to the void
And waiting on the cusp of many dusks of man
He
conflict
Behind the mask that you hide
Can it break and show fear in your eyes
Masks
Everyone in masks
Hiding true intent
You will only get
What you give
Proper ornaments of life
Fur coats, jewels and laces, bright-red lipstick, big cars, money, tuxes and top-hats
Hide behind the mask of clothes
an O.G.,
beating the shit out of niggas for guess, some Hillfigers.
The man behind the trigger, committing robberies,
with the homies, no one could
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