Lyrics:
the alphabet, the alpha-male in my era
I'm here to baffle them like the Baphomet
They ain't know what the cover of my second album meant
I mean the booth if
of our soullllll!
That's why I'm pressin' ya'lllll! Don't-be-second guessin', ya'lll!
Every breath we breathe inside of heaven is a blessin', ya'll
So I
to dance
Or maybe by chance we could just jam
And you could play the air guitar in the band
Sunset
With a brunette
Twenty four seven
I think I'm in heaven
Legendary athletes who play by the trash heap
My crew wasn't that deep, but beef we didn't act sweet
Treadin' on these stompin' grounds you better catch
My love has gone
His boots no longer by my door
He left at dawn and as I slept, I felt him go
[Loop of Erik Satie, as in Pet Shop Boys' Jack The Lad]
peers
Never ask for favors
And I never show my fears
Surrounded by too many friends
I am a one-man band
With all the trappings of
A life lived
the dresser, the gauge
Five-seven MB, yo, metallic green
Seats is piped off
Seize them old tracks, unite through 'em
The kitchen is my palace, get your dance
of gettin' our ass kicked
By so called Christians an' Catholics
But I'm a watch 'em burn in the fire
See I'm a G, that's why I ain't in your choir
'Cause
you
I wouldn't scrap other dudes
Who hold a strap as if they packin' to school
I sit relaxed with my crew
Pickin' sticks to roll a back and a few
Man, I remember it was just me, the band man, who was gonna be the next BrockHampton I felt it in my vision
Every night I cry myself to sleep, record
people the truth.
It's time to tell them the revelation of my second coming
Have them understand, relate?
Now ride me baby.
Baby,
I love you,
Fool,
IT N TRIPPIN U KNOW I B SMOKING N GETTING THAT.... GUUUAAAPA BABY GOT MY CREW N U KNOW WE NEVER QUIT YEA WE RIDE OR DIE UNTIL THE END OF TIME U CAN C
ain't shit, that's why she's trying my crew
Pardon me, I move retardedly
This shit is old to me, the real New York is part of me
I'm always shopping,
a javelin
Fuck battlin, you cats is only good for babblin
Imaginin yourself, as the God space travellin
Round the seven rings of Saturn
Got my
the darkness of the stormy skies
The curse of the Dutchman can strike
The restless souls of the men who looked into our eyes
Will now join my crew for eternal
(The cut me down, I think he ain't wrong)
Real talk (the late talk)
Uh, yeah (you've deleted all of our late talk)
My ex woke up to a rare L
Listen, let that music hit you for about 5 seconds
You know lot of thingz in life
Which the people need to get, need to get our weight up
Together
you
I wouldn't scrap other dudes, who hold a strap as if they packin to school
I sit relaxed with my crew, pickin sticks to roll a back and a few
people the truth.
It's time to tell them the revelation of my second coming
Have them understand, relate?
Now ride me baby.
Baby,
I love you,
Fool,
band
By the lucky stroke of a magical hand
We're still playing
And everything's still the same
There's Electric Cool Aide
Flowing through my veins
a javelin
Fuck battlin, you cats is only good for babblin
Imaginin yourself, as the God space travellin
Round the seven rings of Saturn
Got my
had a king who was crazy with power
We had laid down our lives to break free.
I said
“You want me to sign it
We've got to refine it
So it can't be used
Hundreds of eyes in the room but yours found mine
I asked you to dance and by chance our hands intertwined
What lasted for minutes seemed like
do
Todd English Pub
Seven seconds to chug
Free beer, plus this girl
Only seconds to love
But I wanted it to last
Now I need some help
I want more than
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