Lyrics:
Get crossed out
Put that beam on ya like a barcode
Ran away from my group home
Got adopted by John Gotti
My first body was a nobody
My second body knew
that we do
All that we know
Is that you don't
How must I listen to the things unknown
Simple little things is just what I crave
By the time you listen
and phoney virgins
I'd have a bank on every finger
A finger in every country
And every country ruled by me
I'd still know where I wanna be
Locked up
small talk
Get lost man, I'm
Not that guy
Where's the substance
Where the fuck the substance at
You couldn't even do me as a copy cat
I'm gunna dog em
for Scotty to beam me up nigga
Talk to God cause I kill shit
Talk to talk to God cause I kill shit
Then grab a dirty shovel to burry this sh..
Can’t
I don't wanna talk, don't wanna talk so please don't talk at all
Livin' with the pain, get off my ass and then I walk it off
Starin' at the wall,
write us a song
Quietly shout from the roof that we don't belong
They told me maybe she's crazy, a little like you
Everyone said you were nothing but
Sell me some hope, sell me some dreams
Make them what I really need
Give me a little, give me a lot
But don't try to comfort me with myths
Yes all of it
Woke up this mornin' feelin' like Rocky
Back to myself, yeah I'm motherfuckin' cocky
If I take off all the chains we can play a little hockey
You
By the roadside standing there
With his thumb out in the wilderness
And a halo in his hair
Chorus:
He said "Gimme a ride to heaven boy
I'll Show
I wanna talk to you about forbidden pleasures of the flesh
The most thrilling satisfaction for all mankind
Better than everything you ever imagined
truly
And by myself I could only do something little you know
But maybe you can meet me in the middle
Yeah
Can you meet me in the middle
Maybe you can
Rebel, renegade, must stay paid
Not by financial aid, but the break of hits
Causing me to take long trips
I'm the original, teacher of this type
Story Story
Sitting and telling stories
John Korede was Beniyori
Surely niggas really checking for me
I know they coming for me
I Sabi die like my
Remy bottles, Henny bottles by the box
Bullshitting, celebrating
Watched my niggas graduate from penny stocks
Life's a mystery got us like what
The fuck
and wished that he'd gone straight
And watched out for a simple twist of fate.
They walked alone by the old canal
A little confused I remember well
free like Mumia need to be
Seein me, feelin me, we right here on the level
Turnin hardrocks to pebbles, exposin the devil
Lyrical olympian like John
Dry-eyed and surrounded by rain
She doesn't know the power of winds
Doesn't know she got to me
With a simple little spin
Jupiter's been here all summer long
a fight in me
Severed promise maker
c broken songbird keeper
Runaway blue
cnd in the scene I dream
Dad on a John deer mower
He goes around in circles
I’d never rat to them
If rap don’t work I’ll get Pablo to patch me in
Cuz this industry gon drive us to the edge and call it accidents
Should I talk
the smile of the talk
And the style of the walk
And when she tried to kiss me I just
(Sighed)said to myself that this can't be
(Real)lied to my mind but
you say
You tell me it’s alright
I can’t see it myself
Love for a little while
I don’t feel like everyone else
Come and talk
He comes from as waste
to come your way
And settle these little differences
And we'll be going on together today
When you walk
I'll be watching you
When you talk
I'll be
Can you feel me? Can you touch me?
Can you trust me? Can you love me?
I need you, Rio, talk to 'em
I could tell how you doubted me
I knew my heart
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