Lyrics:
was always consummate when saying how I should behave
"Never go to jail or ask about a random woman's age
Always keep your foot arranged so that you fit
was just a crazy italian (crazy italian) who drove a red car.
You see it was hard to tell (but nobody knows),
Nobody knew for sure (for sure),
He
and I
You and I are bound by a love line
By a love line you and I
Are bound by love line
It's what you find out for yourself and not what you're fed
salivated like man I know I can spit
I was knocking for quite some time but you wouldn't open this bitch
You turn green when I enter, probably can't breathe
Take a walk
And you'll find it too narrow
Too narrow for the likes of me
Who's that hanging from the gallow tree
His eyes are hollow but he looks like
Yeah man
You know who we are, who you wanna be
You know where we are, where you wanna be
You know who we are, who you wanna be
You know where we are
your opinion matters
And you're like a girl
Emotional as fuck faggot
This is why i have this world
In my clutches for destruction
Guys have vaginas
How
new a-material
They'll spread for cred
Bacterial
I can't sit through this, no way
Get your face out of my face
Take who you heard I am and times it by
and I
You and I are bound by a love line
By a love line you and I
Are bound by love line
It's what you find out for yourself and not what you're fed
in Toronto
Then who gon' back up the guard like VanVleet?
You really let the fame go to your head (For real)
Hope you know what you said (What?)
The world is full of fools
Who never get it right
You don't know what to do
So you do anything you like
(Put your foot down and drive)
Oh you
you wanna find where the bag at
I really don't have time for the talking
When people acting don't really got an option
Keep my mind on the hustle
That's Carter ready for the slaughter
Sad boy gang you know who's the father
Ultimate barrer permanent scarrer
Mess up your headtop I ain't a barber
Wanna
It's all smoke, there's no more fire
Only desire
For you, whoever you are
For you, whoever you are
You say my time here has been some sort of joke
hated
You're just looking to unpack
If you don't know who you are
You'll never know what's real
Your foot's on the gas but you're not behind the wheel
and age who could ask for more?
The crime wave is high with mugging mysterious.
All police and detectives are furious
'cause they can't find the source
you're a foot from gold
Got a lot of friends who don't believe
In some old gold rush story
And I don't mind, but I kinda find
Their lives just a little
Who have made you what you are
Talk about your teacher
The bully boy who beat you
Talk about the people who have paid
For that new sports car
How
Place where you were
Blasted and your life was changed so much
So much that you don’t even
Remember who you were before
For me, that pain has only one
to the jungle welcome to the jungle
Winner
Ayo boy you look handsome
I'm a woman that's a certified champion
Ya ex go be looking for a stamping
She ain't a rider
like...
Nicko: I fuckin' fucked-up...n' I stopped, n' it was like "oh, for fuck's sake!" (tapping his foot as if playing drum solo) Come on kids, n' I'm
Nigga who is you
I looked in the mirror said, "Ooh it's you"
All my goons be too enthused
So don't open your mouth like you're chewing glue
Light blue
gone for good, can't replace
Bet the champagne has a different taste
And your loved ones are in a different place
Justify the lane, run a different race
know its wrong
And lonesome comes up as down goes the day
And tomorrow's mornin' seems so far away
And you feel the reins from your pony are slippin'
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