Lyrics:
One, two, three, four
All the old containers that I fill with my past
You can find them on the second floor under my bed
I miss the days when
the countryside. My name is St. George. I'm a knight.
Saturday, July 10th. 8:05 pm. I was working out of the castle on the night
watch when a call came in from
bags and purses
Scorpio says girl my tongue on her
Meet me all day we just press record
Ten million in two months, God bless me girl
You over there
collecting numbers like I'm working on a new statistic
I got the digits and I hit em, I feel unattractive
I'm a small body even though I'm pretty active
all
by the end of the year
And I still gotta deal with the 5-0
And I stopped sellin' dope in 9-0
But if I came to it
I probably still do it
Put
the virus y'all afraid of
Get high to get by
Get by to stay alive
Hoping the time's on my side
You against me or you ready to ride
Many years past but we
Что в моих headphones tree x manera
Bitch purpllgang this is new new new era
Смокаю газ denim amiri on ass
На мне ща милион страз
В моем backpack
hand in hand dudes
That follow man rules
And give out samples
Yea, see I was you 10 years ago
But bloodshed, time served many years ago
Brown skin
I was only 19, you were 29
It's just 10 years, but it's such a long time
In a heartbeat, I would do it all again
Late night sex, smokin' cigarettes
We grew up side by side from elementary days
Through every joy and heartbreak in so many ways
You were there through all the changes
A brother to my
club
I sign eight by tens for all my friends beats all you've ever seen
It won't be long until I get a record deal
(It's Cledus) the karaoke king
I
what's real.
Whoa! It's time to go.
Whoa! X and O.
Whoa! It's all for show.
Whoa! It's time to go.
On my own did my best to get by
Making a living
what's real.
Whoa! It's time to go.
Whoa! X and O.
Whoa! It's all for show.
Whoa! It's time to go.
On my own did my best to get by
Making a living
10 years
Guess all I'm saying is, I ain't great, just gettin' by
cnd those friends that I had back in high school, all found a job or moved away
Heard
Yeah you already know, this Trae mayn
Asshole By Nature, Slow Loud And Bangin'
Doing my motherfucking thang
Feel what I'm saying
This here, for my
what's real.
Whoa! It's time to go.
Whoa! X and O.
Whoa! It's all for show.
Whoa! It's time to go.
On my own did my best to get by
Making a living
what's real.
Whoa! It's time to go.
Whoa! X and O.
Whoa! It's all for show.
Whoa! It's time to go.
On my own did my best to get by
Making a living
i'm okay
so you can hang your banner
and i'm gonna raise my flag
and we can dance under every color
40x
every day
i hit a low
but i'm okay
i'm okay
a wrecking ball
Six by six, he was hard as nails
And stood about ten feet tall
He sobered up and moved down south
Found him a man and settled down
Just
perspire
It burns in terms dire
No more turned by word of liars
Begone idle choirs
They don't sing that when you DO wait
Sometimes
The air you intake
Like
Cases of brass
Lined the walls where I first saw you
Few years gone past
In the hall outside a ballroom
Fated connection, fated fall
Faded colors
Parents died when he was five years old
Made his way inside the US with Columbian Gold
A fake name and a passport
Benetton luggage, one sister, pretty
Mad atmosphere, ridin' first class on British Air
Lobster and steak while y'all back in time doin' remakes
I'm futuristic, nine-nine to the year
day
I'll get on my ship and I'll sail away
On this ship. [Repeat x4]
And when you're all alone, don't forget me.
And when I'm all alone, I won't
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