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colours don't mean jack
You never learned anything from your past

I wish that we could call this place our garden of promises
I wish that we could stop

(Hey)

It seems like rappers getting chased by the reaper (Hey, Hey)

You can call it Trap music, Boom Bap or Drill 

But its still Hip Hop to me

pedals from that gas you smoking
Caught a snake up in my garden, poison very potent
Infected in the past got to my emotions
Tried to catch me on the edge,

Thinking their your friend but they hating
This is illusion is ran by satan but it’s really what you make it
If we beef ima smash your chick I’ll admit that

A couple million there, surrounded by millionaires
A dream I wish I get to, I say that without no fear
No cares
He say he my brother, I look I still

I don need help, made by myself
Shorty want shoes that are not for resale (uh-huh) 
Handbag Chanel, used as a spell (spell) 
Dior savage girl u know

Some people come and some people go, so fuck who you came with
They never can grow, they getting exposed by doing the same shit
When I got defeated

music pretty comical prolly why they’re looking at you funny
Simply tracking back on all of your tracks well its ego supported by money
Run run running,

My phone got more verses than the bible
We the new wave, catch our album on tidal
Y'all know the title, Tokyo Rose
Bunch of kids 'round the world

Karate

Written, recorded, produced, engineered, & performed by Broc Jesch (Breezy)

1st Verse
Ich ni san shi better protect your body chopping

of bad peers
Well, lookin' back, man, guess I laugh at it
Just kids making trouble in they math classes
Just kids making trouble till
It's past savage

They want the album
I’m taking my time
Payin’ my dues
You payin’ dem fines
Word to billie eilish you rappers lying
Boxed in ya’ll been moving like

My favorite artist Pink said to try
So I'm gunna retry this heat beat to sing to Eve
Remember Eve, her gardens waiting that's no lie
And I'll sing it

Said these, night go slower when you ain't by me
Lost in the chaos and you know how to find piece
It's tough. There's a lotta ones like me
All I ever

longer faded
I'm passin' tests that, will never be graded
So Holy I cannot be touched by Satan
This album is a safe haven
I cannot be tempted I do not have

and stay devoted
Some major moment that seems like nothing until it happens
The swill is madness combative added with filth that's savage
I tilt the axis by

Brr, yuh
Haha, woah!
Yuh, hey
Let me hear you shout it bitch
I tell her Sam's Not Hot
Tell her Sam's Not Hot
She said 'Babe, you are a savage'
I said

I am not going to last before I had a garden and birdsong
Now I've got gangsters living above below p head families who argue about love
To the left

nigga hatin' , but they know they wanna be me
.762's in the Draco, we ain't fucking with the BB's
My bitch she a savage, no Megan, like Riri
When I put

Ya'll Ain't Makin' No Money

Webbie

Savage Life 2

2008

bitch stock earings hit me for a block to the wrist watch
Got a couple niggas up in jail, they ain't gettin' out
Webbie young savage trill fam we ain't

away by the end of the day
I still have more than y'all I'm bezos
I belong where the stars play

On Madison Square Garden or the Barclays
I could hit

a prayer for the boy
Quarantine got me losing my mind
10 weeks I be stuck in the house
It ain’t easy when you by yourself
Make it easy when I write a track
I

I made the commandments
Had a couple albums mofucker I canned it
But when I drop this album mofucker I land this shit
Said I was a king by 8 but I'm

Don't need the bling or the swaggage (No)
To kick you straight outta Scranton (Woo)
You're making cash with your albums
But the paper we make, we planted