Lyrics:
to your lies
I put the pistol to your eye
Rituals with live chickens and kitchen knives
Jack up all y'all bitches
Wives and your bastard children
Stabbed
sleep and wake
Me understand say dem a fish pon bait
Drop some hand grenade sink pon lake
No inna Jamaica
Me no see no bwoy weh me 'fraid of
Bwoy if you
guess i need to make money
For this hole-in-the-world where you love me
I trim the leaves on the kitchen plant
If you tried i know you could grow em back
His bid his only witness
My bro, he steady whipping, can't cook
He still be in the kitchen
My bro seen God, now he need a reverend
He don't play ball,
or it stick out
And it backflip, Simon Biles on the dismount
Real cozy, I done fucked a couple nigga's bitches
I be leaving shit behind like in the sink
Sat in silence in the kitchen
Cuttin' tension with a knife
Didn't bring up all the drinkin'
She was done with wastin' time
One tank of gas in
the globophone
The kitchen is back in order, the number one plastic ripper
That talk about crack whippin', stepped on a pack different
The brick did a backflip,
lyin if I said it didn’t hurt
That I’ll never ever get to be your first, love
When we’re dancin in the kitchen late at night
That candle burning,
money with the laundry
She ate every drop, that bitch be hungry
Stovie's home, the global phone
The kitchen is back, you know
That the number one plastic
you been it just matters how you living/
Plus we put a lotta work can't describe what the feeling/
Ha re gadikile thata get the Eff outa the kitchen/
No
at my car wreck, and
It always seems the juice used to flow
In the car, in the kitchen, you were good to go
Now we're stuck with the tube
A sink full
off of this potion
Just go with the wave
Life is a beach and I hope I don't sink
When I'm deep in the ocean
As far as I see
You pay for the pussy
I hit
Yesterday's papers lying on
The kitchen table, well
You would hardly believe
Front page cover reading
Best Respect Your Father
And you can never
With a whole bottle of Prozac or a shiny kitchen knife
He said that when he's dead, I can have his Nintendo 64
And I can play all it night long
sink a nigga ship, Titanic
Been had the Porsche and it came panoramic
I think I'm the flyest lil' bitch on this planet
Walk in the mall and I buy what
dishes
In the one and only sink
Hello, to my walk in closets
Tidy as Park Avenue
Hello, my butcher block table
I could get used
I could get used
I
wouldn't believe it
You know that 12 kept comin' 'round
Nigga steal, I gun him down
Baby C4 runnin' 'round
In the kitchen scrapin'
Nigga, you wanna die? Give
the night before
I poured myself
A cold glass of water
It tasted like a pair of jeans
So I went to the kitchen to refill my cup
Opened up the fridge
I
online these days
Sink a little deeper into the haze
Piss away the money you finally got paid
Buy a new pair of shoes and play guitar
Work out a little
really what I need
And niggas smiling in my face but hate is really what I see
I'm in and out of prisons, I'm in and out of kitchens
And gyal don't
the motions of ordinary love
All the motions of ordinary love
All the motions of ordinary love
In the bathroom off the kitchen
Leave the door ajar in
If I could play back every moment to you now
Spent lovesick and swollen on
Mornings mincing garlic on the counter by the sink
If I could hit
Let the kitchen fire grow cold
Let the ancient winter blow
Let the running river go its way
See it move on by
Let the geese refuse to fly
Twist
front of my apartment
so i knock knock knock on her door
and then i'm drippin soakin wet on her kitchen floor
been here before, just her and me
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