Lyrics:
I had this subconscious fear
Of being left to take care of 3 daughters
On my own like momma did
Of having my kid sit down
On the couch to my right
of influential rap dudes
And women too
So responsibility is bigger, true
That's why K~Swift will never say no dumbness in an interview
Without it being tongue in
Woke up at 5 in the morning
Cause I couldn’t sleep
Sit by the door and wait for
Parents to tell me I can come down
I run downstairs
Staring at what’s
Trying to get up to come down
Got that playa shit by the pound
The gold with the lacs and the crown
Make it where them hoes come around
Trying
and the rappers poor
Girl I love you, why do you wanna leave me for
She use to pack and wait by the door
I put a nigga in the trap like saw
Now my diamonds clear,
Hey guys
Let me start by apologizing to you
For the way everything went down
On Saturday i had a statement typed
Ready to post to you
Guys but
breath is ammunition in their eyes
Its terrorism with a green card
You know its over if I see y'all
Knocking at my door, MAGA hat the oppressor
Talking
corners
(Your doors) Your doors won’t keep me inside forever
Forever
Forever
You won't hold me forever
Let me go
Your world is upside down
I’m being trapped
at I and I can't stand it
Wanna be down with the Day-Glo
Knocking on my door, saying, "a yo yo"
Knocking on my door, saying, "a yo yo"
"I got a funky
reaking
(Turn that down)
Then she went down, on lookers peeking
(Somebody's looking)
I had them dark tints it’s hard
For them to see in she bust 'em all
Faster, hammers!
Listen to those dead pianos, pins stuck in their hearts
Clang tap bell pedal down dead wood chipped and dull dark steel
Rattling
humans
We like to be wined and dined by candle light
Not being couped up in the house trying to be held up tight
So jazzy jeff and fresh prince don't mean
nervous, but I just, uh, I --
Dr. stewart: all right, and you were referred to me by anyone...?
Gary phelps: to be honest with you, I saw your name in
and utterly alone
I am being violently smothered by stress
I will die in my fifties
I will never retire
I will never own a home
I am completely and utterly
And the stolen passports all locked away
While the women are working and gagging down on their knees
And somewhere in the back of terminal 3
In the clogged-up
of what you make so far)
But I'm not having it, I load the SLR
Pack the ganja boom They break down the door
Pop-pop T'ree shots, exchanged at close range
of the purest beaten gold
And your door of the sweet ivory
But him a being young, he crowed so very soon
Crowed three long hours before day
This young man arose
At the dawn of a new found age
Next to fires guiding the way
Before kingdoms rose from the dark
And the undead were cursed with the mark
Lower beings
because we the boss
I know some killers too
And they move how them killers move
No, they don't like to do interviews
That's to close to them being off in
, but I'm up again, scorchin
Hot -- forcin my way up in the door
to kill the bullshit like a matador
Keep your hands high (what?)
him x2
That is why I
I can't take this feeling in my heart anymore
Hey x 7
Time for me to step and make my way through the door
If by chance I see
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
go hard
We'll send flowers and our best regards
I wanna be in the band
Surely you'd understand that by now
It's a one foot in the door situation that's
understand
With time in our favor, and years I can savor
This day and tonight, can last till hair is white
While the wind is blowing down the shore
And dreams
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