Lyrics:
we sat up at the table to eat
He pulled me out of all my dark days and cold nights
He was more than my friend, man, he was my whole life
And now
make me twitch cuz I ain't rich
But once it all clicks it'll fix the envy in the mix
Then proceed to switch success my permanent stench
Breath of fresh
for all y'all, who be going to buy...
The cheebas, them liquors
The condoms, hit the ass
It's the cheebas, the liquors
The condoms, that ass
flock together
All day (ALL DAY!)
Shout to Yuzapata
It don't matter the weather
Salute the homie, Jimmy
That's Broadway, we be them
Pigeons, Pigeons,
these days?
I know you probably don't want to hear
From an old has-been like me
But there's some news to share about Rosamund's
How should I say?
fall victim somehow
But that's that game
Won't try to explain
From books to bricks
Now I see crooks and tricks
Caught up in the mix
Of everyday in
rocking)
I've been vexed for days man I detect a wasteman
Even Tory in his lane so who are you (so who are you)
Y'all is acting seen the show so nothing new
riches
I was nothing at all
A fat little brownie boy
Only bound to bedroom floors
New best friends in every toy
Bruises on my cheek
Hidden by glare
it all away
On the third day, yeah, You rose up
And You beat death once and for all (once and for all)
Once and for all (once and for all
average
Give them nothing but classics
Mix and mastered
Yeah
Niggaz be savage
Huh
Everyday a new day
Move things
Do things
Like my life a movie ayyyee
warning today
From his hospital bed Drip fed Fred vowed he was here to stay
I'll tell you something for nothing (he's claimed) never in all my days
Have
a nothing fake a coulda come pass my border. Till the end of my days, gauge all my strength and my powers in the almighty father.
Verse 1 (Galactick)
exit the old style, enter's the new
But nothing's new 'bout being hawked by a crew
Or should I say flock cause around every block
There's Harry, Dick,
can't even pay my own friends
My days flyin by like plane in the sky
Man something bout my life just aint sittin right
I been feelin myself this year
you's the user
Sellin' drugs to all the losers, mad buddha abuser
But they don't know about your stress-filled day
Baby on the way, mad bills to pay
the streets, 'cause that's all that I got
From ones I've laid in the past and the new heads I just cracked
But all had to go sour when some fools tried to rush
duct tape stretched out
Ducked the fuck way down, waitin' to straight jump out
Put it over your mouth, and grab you by the face, what now?
Oh, you
The world ain't nothing but a bunch of Chaos
I mix drugs up and hope I don't throw up
I might pour a couple cups of codeine
I'm done with love cuz
Still rattling
And they're all claiming they blast
It's nothing but a pain in the arse
Will it matter when my mixtape's
On display like a mannequin?
Then,
me
Vlone my body and legs rocking Ksubis
Wake up fresh as hell every day it's a new me
Bitches hit my phone every day like some groupies just another
up six
Friday's the Red Alert radio mix
Then comes the day that nobody plays that
Punishment wish in the crib
Time to go chase the dibs
On a Saturday
sunny all day
Charlie and Frank are in Philadelphia
That’s where they’ll stay
If you don’t know
Names Fettuccine Alfredo
Charlie hates to travel
Now you
the man and I'm winning now
That shit ain't nothing to me
And all these hunnids that I'm pulling out
It's a lot to you but ain't nothing to me
It's
we watched the candles melt
I made the best with the cards I was dealt
I'd be lying if I said I did it all by myself
All I wanted was some new J's
Vans
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