Lyrics:
The sound of the waves on the embankment
A phone in my left pocket
I'm leaving, you're staying
A forgotten city by me
You're so beautiful, my dream hasn't
freakin' by garbage can
The next young freak I met was Red
I took her to the house and she gave me head
She likes to freak was all she said
We jumped in
oh say!
But like ah moving train me got no pause….
You dun run your race make I run my own
Holy water carry me carry me carry me carry me carry me go
Doesn't get me horny
I haven't left my room in weeks
This is where i shall stay
This is where i'll decay
I'm sure you'll carry on without me
This is
follow me now if you want it on
Salute at ease, then you carry on
Nigga drop and gimme fifty if you do it wrong
I'm into weapons I control the dome
about...three of these as I said later, ...quarter of an hour goes by ... half an hour, we
try to stand up and leave. I mean, it was like, you know, "Gaaaahh,
on you, you can't reach the phone?
It was all good just a week ago
It's funny what 7 days can change
7 days can change
Here when it's sunny
Where were you
Second stunted by growing in fear
Third is away out of superstition
But fourth'll be witness to change here
I am not accusatory rather I am crying for you
finna count all the bands by the end of the week (End of The Week)
Yeah you know my shit ain't cheap (Shit ain't cheap)
Try to fuck with me (Yeah)
Imma
Wanna make a scary movie?
Rappers comin' in with they team and carry toolies
You can jump right out of the screen and barely move me
We hard-hittin',
See where I'm from you hear dem dawgs barkin
I was blinded by dem streets they took a toll on me
Hell nah shit ain't swisher sweet I keep a pole
decision
You change the rage into the power
You're confused by the reality
I just feel the fire of my soul
I take my own heart to that hell to hell
Oh,
home
And he vowed he'll never go home
He's got a story to tell and a whistle to play
And his home all fits in his bag
And he carries his secrets from
you a killer, then you on the corner shoveling
But you a different breed you here for the long game
And when my shot missin, you gone carry the whole
by my place
Thick ass bitch, said her name was Grace
She walked in the door workin' lace
You shoulda seen that look that was on my face
She's like
by my place
Thick ass bitch, said her name was Grace
She walked in the door workin' lace
You shoulda seen that look that was on my face
She's like
until I lie on my tomb
Flowers
(Others such as myself are trying to carry on tradition)
(Carry on tradition)
You're static and I'm a selektah
(This is
on my hip, trunk full of that work
I say my shooters like Dirk
10 racks and you merked
I put that on your head, nigga
First week and you dead, nigga
I
The origin, the precise meaning of my prayer
Is to adapt and carry your own crucifix
I've spend time slaving over the cooker
Being observed by the onlooker
of the
Things you were hoping to address by
Going away, and then you get back
And do this sort of thing
Is your relationship to this
Stuff at all different?
What
hit the floe [Hit the floe (3X)]
Here we is boy, here we is boy
[Mr. G Stacka]
OK now
Now who be dropping them bombs
They keeping you crunk by making
I'm having a vibe
You by my side
One hell of a night
One hell of a ride
One hell of a vibe
One minute we making love
The next we start a fight
One
my DM talkin bout she horny
And her best friend to hell let them hoes Minaj
Me
Ima a fuck em all day all over this money
How the fuck you work these
southern comfort, carry on
Catching catfish on the river
Chasing fireflies by the creek
Kissing Gary William's sister
On the porch Home Coming week
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