Lyrics:
(just like he used to do)
But he's a little taller now and I'm still missing you
The leaves are piled against the fence (the leaves are piled against
kickin him
You know me, i dnt give a shit about fitting in
Its trilloski, name werent down but manna still gettin in
You told me u was gna have my p
By
hoes are the same
And she telling me she gotta go so I let her
(Woah)
She said that she like me
I got the juice yeah I got the Hi-C
Shit on my neck yeah
fights are in the past
Baby you make me laugh
Lets watch the sun come back
Just give me ecstasy
I feel like im love struck
Missing me
Bae im only one call
stuck out to me
So in the creation of this whole project, you get me
I just tried to keep that in mind
Alhumduallah
Rest in power Mac Miller, an amazing
and put me in a box lie and see what you done got
Keep 刀 by the flock 忍者s scared to be an opp
Got these 忍者s pushing rocks
While I’m watching from the shade
look at me I am at the top
Take you down, one by one
'Cause this killing, is my fun
Sneak up on you with a knife
Gone to Xen, feel like Half Life
I got
Hey there, how you doin'?
Are you doing fine without me?
I'm just wondering cause you know
We haven't talked in a while
Long time no see
My day went
me like Mac, Drake, and Thebe
Second project I'm back paving the way
From the land of we keep it stashed in a safe
Bound together by our trust the guys
What’s up Iver Rivers?
Uhh, allow me to introduce myself
My name is U.b.o.n.g this is a note to self
So listen, I picked up a pen
And I started
. They just do what they told, by showing me gratitude
I won't pop up and scrap with you. I pull up, send shots, Grim reaper come after you
This stick
song.
These days go by
Pictures of you, Pictures of me
Got a cell phone full of memories
Pictures of you, last summer with me,
I'm missing you
the stars, are nothing without you
Your touch, your skin, where do I begin?
No words can explain, the way I'm missing you
Deny this emptiness, this hole
mackin' you when that Mac-11 start flamin' on ya.
You better keep your punk-ass from trying me.
You better try a taste-test before you think of trying
GAS
Didn't quite know the location to the GPS
Feeling psychic the way I see a future with you and me
Kids Sunday morning watching PBS
Are you down
label offered us one-point-five, and we was like nah
But Def Jam hit me up, you know what I'm saying?
Noah Preston my A&R for ten fucking years, bro
He
a voicemail
Like "Yo Hannah, it's Les' can you call me back?
I wanna talk about the baby, you, me, Jason, all of that
I've been feeling like I need to get my
Hair in the wind, you'll blow right by me, Holly Golightly
Hated your friends, it was exciting, I'll miss the fighting
Kissing boys, missing
are nothing without you
Your touch, your skin, where do I begin?
No words can explain, the way I'm missing you
The night, this emptiness
This hole that
are nothing without you
Your touch, your skin, where do I begin?
No words can explain, the way I'm missing you
The night, this emptiness
This hole that
missing
I try to slow down but my heart won't listen
And its tearing me all up inside
And when you touch me
I feel a rush but I'm afraid that it might
SYD
SYD
Where are you at SYD
SYD
SYD
SYD
Where are you at SYD
She missing my dick
I'm missing her lips
I'm missing that shit
Just give me it real quick
because the kids are having fun and they didn't have the same freedom
Because they didn't take it
They just followed the lines laid down by their parents
a mystery
How in the world, is the culture the missing link
Doesn't exist, when these artists are sickening
All of their garbage, it hits like a diss to me
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