Lyrics:
the moment we’re in When memories sting under your skin Come back to the moment you’re in
V2
My fingers move along your spine
The scent of your breath is now
Damn
Uh
LeakAfn
KC
Damn right I'm in the city where the shooters be
And I move around by myself and this is usually
I can't do no back and forth
a half a foot off the finger
Custom seats are amazin' tellin' nobody could touch that b****
Shoes my Maurie, piss by the month, he cut shock s***
These eyes on the floor, you don't know me
But your hands are still waiting to hold me
Fingers tremble, repeatedly sorry
I'm not worth half the time
Child Rebel Soldier, like P, Ye, and Kony
Grab you by your throat
And put a cancer hole in it
Shove my dick in it wasn't enough orifices
Or faces to break
the ranks of the machine
Blast me on Elm Street
I five-finger shank you in your dream
Cunnin folk, never broke
Float above the RedRum Hudson
Centuries
guilty man
No like bruv I'm basically 2
And a half years behind"
Off licence business class to Thailand
Lil break from the ends
To clear my mind fam
Have you learned nothing
From echoes of time gone by
Repeating history in front of our eyes
Sitting high and mighty for a lifetime and a half
You've
on inside my head
I turned to you and bewitched by your smile
Waiting for the half-life of irony like a foolish naive child
Moonlight flirting with your
fucking stories than Aesop had fables
Son, why are you tryna flex? You got the wrong one
We could snap our fingers (and) have your punk ass on the run
I
Tuesday bluesday
Myriad shades of down
One last cigarette glass half full with regret
In the absence of sound
She still hangs on your tongue
Like
coroner gon' pick 'em up
Breaking news gang, nigga, put your trigger finger up
Yeah, all my niggas throwed off
Drive by, shoot your doors off
Turn your
She gets me sunburned every time
Familiar fingers on my spine
Killing time, your hand in mine
Ignoring the sky, Working our way towards 29
Under
(produced by jjturnmeup)
This can go two ways so nigga choose up
Think this nigga police, he acting too tough
Steady posing with his blick
Trying
fingers in the air
And hold 'em up high! [echoes]
Work on your half-court shot, I'm money from far
Get 'em mad, see a ape on your monkey bars
Have you ever in your life experienced a day
Where nothing at all seems to go your way
No matter how hard you try to get out of the rut
You
Have you ever in your life experienced a day
Where nothing at all seems to go your way
No matter how hard you try to get out of the rut
You
I'm standing in your eye-line
Wrapping my fingers 'round a strap
That I hold behind my back
Waiting for you to make your move
Attack
And believe me
the people you don't bring to your shows can come for you
Owen ate
I ain't saying he's great
I'm speaking on the score when I see your fate
You're never gonna
you took
Yeah you say your sorry
For all the pain that you caused me
It's a fleeting moment
Time passes you by
You put rum in your coffee
Missed half
of scientists are in maybe 10 showed up at the wharf
As if guided by the trident of poseidon to cavort
Each a lumbering and boisterous glutton
Like a half
tight i'm gripping
That trigger finger itching, uhh
It goes... uh huh
It goes down in the south
The 12 gauge in the house
The sharp blades in the house
for the past half of my life
And endured the world
Due the chaos done by you
A father means nothing to me
I truly wanted to be you somehow
Why did you
try to finger me out
But I'm too quick for their Sheriff's stupid asses
I'm still out there
Pull up all your road blocks
I'm running them them's in
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