Lyrics:
and think that maybe I can find a new but
I fight against my inner thoughts that say we aren't true yet
I live inside a world where I'm the bad guy
Tear you
Waguan.
It's a revolution, yea we live by rebelling.
With a 2-finger ring on, got that sucka repellant.
I am tougher than Teflon, with the status
humble, no more mister nice guy
Doin' things my way, just trynna get by
Hope you don't cross that line
Imma tell you right now, all that fuckboy sus shit
faggots
And I feel like anytime I open up I'm seen as just archetype
But I still don't find the confidence to be with a guy
Fetishized by the left
right
Come join me on this night
I'll feed your soul
And we can take it slow
They ain't gotta know
I only hope, you feel
The same way tho
Let's both go
Said there just certain roles to play in people lives
I understand that we placed by people for a purpose
A reason that I am put into this persons life
worth it you wasted no time
Live and learn shit I don’t know why
I ain’t learn yet, shit, holding my eyes
Clark can’t be super man all of the time
Same
your paradise
Ruining your parents life
You've been infected by parasites
These parasites are making these little kids
Live in sin
But they're not
live herethe weather's great
But it's also a little forbidding in
The sense that I can't
Wear a tonne of layers all
The time and be really slick?
Be
up.
But Wendy heard the footsteps,
and she woke up.
Who are you?
Hi, I'm Peter Pan!
And I'm Tinker Bell.
Where are you guys from?
We're from Neverland!
we go to the wrasslin' matches and let off
a little steam?"
Now I'd never seen the matches before
And by the time we reached that arena door,
Can we live
Cause we die from gun shots
Die from certain cops die from certain plots
Can we live
Can we live for our children
Live for the loved ones
Smacked in your mouth by a nigga rockin' six rings
24 karat, all gold, like a young king
These niggas playin' both parts like Regina King
Dick in
Hit-Boy
Yeah
Me and her is cool but she hung with dude's girl
And dude is cool but he live how fools live when tools spit
He's in the middle
the club, but can we brag now? Now Black lives just had to die to get a flag down And my rap is up the map in southside Atlanta Was just a cell ? 50 years
Stop by the shop and get a bottle to go.
And maybe something stronger if the right guy is on the corner.
Bang bang bang goes the quarter notes.
playing both sides
My bitch want a soul tie
Your bitch got them hoe eyes
Lil boy
We is not the same kind as your guys
Lil boy
You a lil boy
You a lil guy
Weren't you a tonic to the nation?
When I saw you last, weren't you framed
By somebody else's latest croatian?
You really know how to pollute a guy
You both know how a man tastes
And your whole fan base looks
Like old Klan tapes
Your little buddy Grieves
Used to refer to your chest as
His own
of the liquar store
And I'm hittin, and we'll keep it at that
You out Joe?
Nope, 2 Dope at that
Rollin and I'm headin for the Clark Park
Just finished shootin 8
Bought her the bentley she got me the royce
USG dm’ed we hitting you up
You live in a trance we live in a rush
Getting the clout nobody bigger than us
If I were a rich man
With a million or two
I'd live in a penthouse
In a room with a view
And if I were handsome
No way
It could happen
Those dreams
a shop being built, and it's all passing through
And it's weird
But by the time we..
So every day, we progressively build this thing
And then, eventually,
As I was going to Aylesbury all on a market day
A pretty little Aylesbury girl I met upon the way
Her business was to market with butter, cheese
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