Lyrics:
niggas in my mind
For every clucker that I serve
For every nigga that I shot
For every tourist that I robbed
To every goddamn rock
For every cop that
doneHurrah!
And the water will run. . .Will run!
Will run! Gimme that!
Gimme that - your automobile
Turn off that smokestack and that goddamn radio
Hum
to rip apart my heart
Maybe it's those eyes that burns in mine
But it's your goddamn shovel that dug my grave
The way I see only end is to be
cleaned and pressed.
I rest my case, 'cause a preacher can't tell me shit, he don't see race.
And I'ma say this shit coast to coast,
You's a goddamn liar if
long, the oil in the case has turned to sludge
Been yankin' on the cord all night but he can't get the goddamn thing to budge
Samantha will be walking
Or another recovered in it's original place
Signify this straight caligrified verse
Petrified rock, put your goddamn block in a herse
[Thes One]
Only thing
A tear
And think about our goddamn mortal
Years
You had your start
You made your mark
And then you turn around
And leave us in the dark, fuck
In
The secrets of clandestine lie before my eyes
Midnight, cracks my spine in two
Divine, ain't this goddamn life, no
Sorrow shine your light to me
Agony
got the whole world out here killin' just to live
That's a goddamn shame,you gotta get yourz I gotta get mine
Put a rush on it 'cause we runnin' outta
'cause I live here, too,
And I'm the life of the goddamn party that you threw
Hangin' out with a bunch of brats
I know you guys like to think that
your fucking birth control.
Take a bump but goddamn, don’t post this on your Instagram.
Cut the line, let’s get lit. After hours. Fuck this shit!
the season for me to turn up the Fahrenheit (goddamn)
They wearin' ice, quit the cappin'
For Instagram likes, with witty captions
"How ill is he with
Bloomsday's coming
Open up the doors and have a goddamn beer
Ring the baker, the butcher, the charioteer
The palm readers in Salem, the engineer
(Ain't nothing better than the freakend)
Not too many things better than the freakend
I'll be there, yeah
(Ain't nothing better than the goddamn freakend
a vista
Tenta com a tropa paga com a vida
Louca de Molly (Molly, Xans)
Olha meu drip, bitch, goddamn
Gucci Cologne, bitch (tchi)
Derramei Lean no meu
mothafuckin second keepin that shit in is gonna help you
You’s a goddamn lie
Oh I can feel it
Feel that poison in my soul
And I don’t want it
I don’t want it
building new civilization
In this Lizerpool
Swimming in Lizerpool
Oh Lizerpool
Yeah Lizerpool
Goddamn Lizerpool
Fucking Lizerpool
about your boyfriend,
I don’t really wanna hear anymore about him,
Can you talk about anything besides your boyfriend
Good goddamn I don’t wanna hear
do Céu
Alguém como tu, como tu baby
Alguém como tu, como tu baby
Não, eu nunca imaginei
Que pudesse haver assim alguém
Tu, goddamn, oh no
both, fed to the night as ghosts
Washed out days and stone cold nights
Best goddamn days of your whole life
Jack the car and let it ride
Kicking it,
But here alone
Goddamn
You just vanished
Out of my life
I felt so punished
You've been playing that same goddamn video game
For 27 nights and 28 days
Grow the fuck up dude, what the fuck
You had to get clean, you were getting
made fifty K while I was sleep
Goddamn, it feel good to be me (yeah, it feel good to be me)
I stay fly and I sting like a bee
We can fuck, but just
out here like a TV commercial
Your hoe game is perfect
You're down for your purpose
I wish I had nothing to start you ain't worth it
Oh goddamn I hate
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