Lyrics:
son's heartbeat in my sleep
I'ma walk the Planet Earth with his name carved deep in my feet like
[Chorus x2]
Children growin, women producin
Men go
haven’t been speaking
Tryna find a way outta hell
I’m teetering by the deep end
Can't reach the angels
I’m bullied by inner demons, yea
I’m suffering,
though the grounds hard
Bitch, I wasn't born till 99
Every trip upon the thought times flying by?
I've been listening to history class
Old school but new
All the information given yet none of it come with clarity
Osama Bin Laden
Big boogie men
Every tv show me something that's cooked up by the hand
CERN
We already know by now that I blaze
Problem Smoke you 99 ways
Often lose myself in my flames
Engulf them 2 much heat for my page
So if you aim
a billionaire
cll the tiny men say pussy make her to where she slay
If your wrong say so
You can learn yes sir
This song so messed up
Make you so fucked up
(what?)[01:37.35]Really from Jersey, keep a stick, I'm a devil (stick)[01:38.99]He in the sunken place when he hit by the metal[01:40.68]I bust a nigga like
men[01:42.77]I'm outside with my gun, and I'm head out, and I'm[01:44.89]I don't care if I got a kill or hundred of them Niggas fuck my bitch, you know that I'm done
the autumn
If you want go don't need a problem
Wish I had 99 problems
But I got a hundred
Of mice and men in London
Learnt to soak it up like sponges
to ya
They telling stories we already heard
Everybody got pain even me I got as well
Got love for my bruddas and I wish them well
99 problems but that
But they call her American
Very thin yea she be messin around wit married men
When he comes home shes neva askin him where he been
Cuz 99
Flow
Levels Of cmmunition, 1 Gun For 99 SOULs
Shatters Men In Mirrors, Pick #3 cssault Yo Dream
Treaded c King Heavy, assassinate who'll Scheme
Ole
a room of saturated blues and cigarette smoke
illuminated by black and white camera flashes
from photographers in tuxedos.
A hospital at night inside
How you feel I can tell by ya energy
Tryna flex okay
Know you see the come up I be killin em
Why you stress on me
Only roll with the reel like
damage as they can
Devastation doesn't mop up the effects of its presence
It stretches its tendrils as far as it is allowed to
In the absence of fences
Enemies tinye aru fu doings dem go fly fence
Even your boss for this side e dey try bend
Big Car Rich gang big drip big flex
Boss no dey tire for men
especially mental and emotional traumas
And 99.9% of the time, traumas are not dealt with correctly
Trauma is a common thing because we live in a fallen world
know... it's the next thing you know
Men they poked their heads in your kitchen door
Smelt something burning and they were sure
It must be the flag you
Them men keeping him out on the track
Running him ragged just to pile up the stacks
Make it so he's all spent by the time he gets back
Everybody's
I gotta get movin'
hopin' fences, droppin' senseless men
who try to stop me on my way.
They in pursuit of a cute kinda demanded,
man and then away
Yonder peasant, who is he?
Where and what his dwelling?
Sire, he lives a good league hence,
Underneath the mountain,
Right against the forest fence
By
Pacific line
To satisfy his wandering bones
There weren't a lot of men that he couldn't call friend
Or places that he couldn't call home, good Lord
While right across the street they were packed in tight
Just a-pushin' and a-shovin', sweatin' by the stage
Oh, oh to tip her
She brought a lot of men
Yonder peasant, who is he
Where and what his dwelling
Sire, he lives a good league hence
Underneath the mountain
Right against the forest fence
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