Lyrics:
tv, fantasy, texting legacy
Attention is high
Holy teenage dream, thirty day streak
Is getting me by
So when you're bored
I'll waste your time
A way
Your my own pain killer, don't need the perkies Somehow demons, they stay lurkin
They overthink me, reassure you me
My love for you it's never ending
in by
Orpheus in the Underworld
We all admire the killers
The depraved and the profane
They all have something you don't have
They're all good
visibly shaken
Taken them plungers, plungin' to death that's painted by the numbers
With Krylon applied pressure, cats is playin God
By havin' children
thousand dreams of what could be's
The late nights that we used to do
Now I try to get home by two
I don't always know what I'm supposed to say
But I know
Dinner served
Waited on by members of the Scourge
Clergymen in furs praying grace and saying slurs
While the baseline cures
It's said fate won't
here
So now who's grabbin there strap
Who's gettin' burnt wild
Representin' the generation of killers when
I was a child had many dreams
The reality kept
around really comes around
Young nigga, gifted
Ain't know it then, but I know it now
This is the diary of a young nigga
Raised by the killas and drug
I dream a world without war
Where bombs are not used to set you free
Peace is selling us to death
And it's making people 'n empty shell
Machine gun
think my gun was a Crip
Drive by, walk by, bicycle, motorcycle
Killers pulling up in all kinds
14, 15, 12 years old
Young niggas slangin' iron
around with those cutthroats and thieves
They're robbers and killers of time
And there's nothing worse than an old sailors curse
On the seven mile bridge
Till that motherfucker hate his face
I been going through some issues that nobody dealing with
Surrounded by real killers and shit, doing it for
was so enticed
By niggas like slick money and ice
We figure prison it should come with the light
Along with losin' your life
And there were no way
Yeah, SKG The Dream
You know what it is
Dedicated to the women (Love y'all)
The day is cold and a girl is born
There's dangers in life but she still
Either way is hell I cant save the world
But I can show them how to save themselves
From the…
Evil things that people do,
sometimes, legal dreams that we
Someone said to me, "I'll come into your dream and speak it to you."
I already knew.
I found her in an attic where, dramatically, she leaned in
dreams
But I can't sleep
I don't know why
You stand still by your mirror
With all your stuff
I guess it is some kind of death
Or maybe love
Take your
it's time to run,
We don't need your toxic greens, genetically killer seeds, modified dreams, don't sell your children's souls, don't poison the world,
happily
I got plans, I got dreams
I want you involved in everything I do
I'm talking about love
The point is you don't love me back
I Stand beside our car
dreams and hopes
Street livin', no economics
No way out of the Reaganomics
Infected by the black plague, new bubonic
No comprende, we speak ebonics
you'll see her footprints in the sand
'Cause every night she walks the beaches of Cheyenne
They never found her body, just her diary by the bed
It told
dreams deep and for a long time
Ambition is not about me
I will pass my life
By my decision, I tore off my own wings
I thought I'll start my own life
I
how to healthily maintain
When the stress mounts daily
And the people in my world have their own shit to parade
I ain't no killer, but the insanity
Can't believe I'm leaving
Got my boxes by the door
Sorting through my memories
Cross legged on the floor
My diaries and scrapbooks, oh
They
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