Lyrics:
flight
Got to get my pace right
But Im feeling haze like
Need a little pick up
Keep on hitting hick ups
I could use a spark like
When you flick your Bic up
entered the gates of pleasure
Not knowing, I becoming with too much to measure
With the math of an elder and the steel of a welder
The path of tray
and come home and have a fish fry
Hick town living I'm just out here tryna get by
I'm just here to have a good time
cnd I don't even care about the hate
your knees in if you call me a hick
Because I didn't come all the way out from the cut
To get lectured by a slut who can't even keep her mouth shut
to head bang
Livin in a moment prosecuted by life
Cuttin through the bullshit
Like a switchblade knife
Not a rich kid not a hick or a jock
Not a poser you
Loving myself is acknowledging
There are times
I am not loving myself
There are times I stand in the glory
Of the kindness of my heart
The well of my art
cheat, gotta steal
Gotta kill just to get by
I smoke emcees to get high while perceivin the lies
Sayin my drive is all wrong, but at least I can ride
you knew I was goin' to bust a move (brr)
I'm drippin' mud on my shoes, yeah, I got slatts by the twos
Put Chanel and Jimmy Choos, I don't play by
Hopkins, I'm Jimmy, this is Bully
Why do I have to go through this cruelty?
I got fucked over by a bitch for the twelfth time
Cut her off for good I hope it
given night and anything else isn't right
Time's ticking by, time's making changes, time's turning friends into strangers
I'm trying to find what
its time that you get off your ass now
Better catch up 'cause you're out of luck
Off on my own
Are you still sleeping at home
Got my mind on a brain
Okay, New York, New York
Skepta, Jme (Boy Better Know)
This is grime scene
Hold tight my mum still, big up mum
Yeah, listen
I want a 100% not fifty
clusters and star systems by the thousands
They challenged me to tune a verse
To the perspective view of the elders of the universe
See if you could do it
Dark grip of icy claws
A stranglehold of blackened sun
Brought about by evil ones
Who are these demons?
Why torment my lands?
Will you not listen,
Jimmy Buffett, Russ Kunkel, Jay Oliver, Roger Guth, and Peter Mayer
THE RUMORS AND THE STORIES OF MY PAST I CAN'T DENY
I'M NO ST. IGNATIUS BUT
We've happened upon the tomb of Nephren-Ka
Any sane man would turn back as I intend to do
But not yet, we have a relic to pursue!
Against my better
little time for questions
Let me drive the boat tonight Ya better open wide I'm a mouth full but I'm not numb like Novacaine
And it's only right after all
And so, my fellow Americans
Ask not, "What your country can do for you?"
Ask what you can do for your country?"
And now, back to New York
Hard
And so, my fellow Americans
Ask not, "What your country can do for you?"
Ask what you can do for your country?"
And now, back to New York
Hard
me the Doc say when, say when
(When)
Inspired by Basquiat, my chariot's on fire
Everybody took shots, hit my body up
I'm tired build me up
Break me
over you
But my hearts still bleeding
And on your end
I know you're hurting
A different time and we would've been perfect
You say you want me it's not
serve through the wormhole
I guess I’m still learning the trickery
Breathe and I shove my key in the mystery
Jimmy the latch and attach my
Nickname
about you hit 'em with a bar?
'Bout time, you've been spittin' for a minute and a half
Gotta stretch my legs, I'm just sittin' on the charts
People
returned to join me in my Quest for the Traitor. The Hunt is on!")
"Across the bridge we came from Times beyond
Communion of the Sword of Blood
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