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Homicide on my mind, why you think you 'bout to die?
See the Freddie in your room and you 'bout to meet the doom
Pop it, pop it, rock it, sock
hate when the Jakes jump out by surprise then scream out
"You're under arrest" (mhm-mhm)
Cute ones on fleak, no weave, I'm impressed
My lifestyle Gd
Sun
It pours on our skin
We're young and salt
Sticks to our clothes
Low tide nicking fins
Calling each other out
Ask, who am I, I am all
to fight back, but the future is black
And the killing is making you sick
The tanks pass by, in a never ending line
Not a man or a woman is spared
Gotta be cool baby, ya know what I'm saying
Jump out your car in the middle of the street
Open up your trunk, let the bass beat
Go ahead, go ahead
by the pool and you feel like a fool
'cause your mind doesn't match what you're wearing
All morning you fought in your heart 'cause you thought
You'd
the reason to funk, that's
A move used by them aliens, man
You better stick to your plot and to your game plan
And eh, cut me with the fiasco
And bring that
In my life it's clear to see
I'm stronger when they stand by me
The more I live the more I find
That it's an art to speak your mind
And have people
out (hey!)
Daze
Moments to remember recall
I was sitting by myself
I found pace in numbering afternoons until I was meeting you
'Cause I've
I'm chasin' him down 'cause as soon as he hit that ground, I'm takin' his breath
I never needed a crowd, I was sixteen out gettin' wild all by myself
took my homies getting 'hind
Me to respect the gun
Pushing thirty like Derrike Cope pit crew
See the tree addiction how we stick dudes
Branched off same
in my chicken pot pie
Diamond brick mason shawty cause I got weight
A hunnid bricks in, had the house by the lake
'72 donk, 24" roller skates
Man, I'm
Bound for a blunt-ski stick stem sterilized
Stiky in the front seat
I promise to be brutally honest
I still spill gin and tonics
On a lotta 'lectronics
I was a machine, it was my choice
No love in my pockets
Stick to the plan for the cash
I used to be built this way
Only businessman can survive
suspected he was packing an Uzi
Cows with guns
They came with a needle to stick in his thigh
He kicked for the groin, he pissed in their eye
Cow well
Stick me in the neck... put me on a boat and throw me off the deck
But I don't think so holmes, I want to keep on livin
So you will be the next to go
the phillies, roll up the fonta [?]
And vocally I haunt ya, Kriminul I stick you up
For your mental in a minute while I'm in it
Fill it with lyrics, till it
Oooh-ooh-ooh-oh-ooh-oh
Champaign showers in paradise
Gives me life for the sacrifice
I got 3 bad bitches by my side tonight
Taking flight while they blow my mind
You know
came from the kennel
Finna pull up, with
The Glock in the rental
IDing the bodies, by
Only the dental
Fuck with the gang,
Nigga, it's simple
You
all winter and let the city bring the plow|To dig us out and by then we'll be thin, and all in love again|
been
Tick tick tick tick tick tick tick
Striving, lets win
I wanna only drink coronas
Sit in silence by myself
Yo I've already met my quota
Quarantine
lightning striking the west and tsunamis in the Atlantic
And wildfires dispersing across the entire planet
And falling out of the sky is a comet that’s so
Ahh ahh
Now everybody seems so distant
I never noticed 'til I stopped reaching out
They still wave when I walk by
Something's telling me to just get
memories
I guess this bitch is dead to me
Baby tell me why I'm so stuck
I fuckin' adore you
Maybe I'll stick my head in the mud It helps to ignore you
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