Lyrics:
Sometimes our vices rule us, bad predicament
I just quit but here I go asking for a cigarette
Carcinogens and toxins when I'm by my lonely
Had to pay
our sailing adventure through Big Sur
By the way he was talking about his voyage so far, it seems that our timing will line up
I initially assumed it
And a season don't go by that niggaz don't show off
and break some laws so they can take some drawers home
Or straight perpetrate, all cause they learned wrong
Seven doors to go through, across enchanted realms
Guided by the Dream Thief inside the mirror maze
A ghost from the past, fills your mind with fear
Don't
by the break truck
All rocks taped up
[Verse 7]
I got a staff of staffs
Airs chipped to pups
Instead of attackin' the nuts when I yell clip up
of the God damned pencil
Leaking all over the page won't be afraid, Im Brave
I go feral For denaro
This me down to the marrow
Greatness pointed at me like
To kill us off by any means, oh did I offend ya? 30% of the population is drug offenders. The other 70 has amnesia and can't remember. So I'll be leaving in
me…
All the opps they be broke and they bitch
Sit back gang go pick up a stick
Ape he Be tweaking that must b da Trip
Full court press ion need no
Blackface of white kids shooting their friends of a nine eleven
To a seven eleven drum thirty six guitar hero clip
I might not exist
Of lord witness to John
that or go insane
Might just beat it though
Underrated by people I'm overtaking
Understated soft-spoken debating
I'm elevating scintillating
I provide
the ingredients together for wins no losses
Same as I teach my off-spring all thing must go
But I just want forever tho
But I just want forever tho
But I just
seven hundred and sixty hours
Nigga, Nigga, you put it together
[ Verse 2: Turk ]
(Look, look)
I hustle 52 weeks straight
12 months, 365 days cause they
I must forget the past
Go on built to last
Put aside the woes me
Get over me a privileged beast
You be you I'll be me
We don't need an enemy
Can we
don't like sales, you're not by yourself
I didn't like sales. I wasn't good at it
But I was willing to last through the learning curve, and I stayed bad
There's a lighthouse in Little Lorraine
We'd be met there by seven morticians, loaded the boxes into their hearse
We'd set off with eight thousand dollars,
Lil' mama keep wastin' time, I got a plane to catch
Layover in Vegas first, we just touched down at LAX
Pillow talk, I need ya, I need ya
Go call
music money
I need baseball figures
For real
If you cross that line we was never homies
Must a been a gymnast way they flipped on me
Pot holes in the road
should ever come you feel you need to tell someone
Don't go telling her I miss her
It's just a memory
Somehow it stuck with me
Like that song by Mister
Dawg don't pop up, he must be shadow banned in his hood
Used to go to school with pape', I had a band just because
Raised in the wilderness, I wonder
[Threat]
Who is this at my do'?
It's the three pigs with a two-by-fo'
They must be lookin for John Doe
Well anyway, motherfucker here I go
So catch
and dungeons combined
And slicker than a 20 sided die
The ones who are not found divine, must roll for soul
The worst is drowning in the moat
We're
and dungeons combined
And slicker than a 20 sided die
The ones who are not found divine, must roll for soul
The worst is drowning in the moat
We're
"Critics choose what I should like
Such a strain, my mind has felt
Now I've got to live for myself"
Reside in seven-oh-four but repping
don't need no codefendant
Good aim ain't missin', might get signed by the 76ers
Not the 7 off bitch, I'm a real zone 6
From Kirkwood to Candler I got real
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