Lyrics:
insisting on your right to look away
You’re the witness
We could clearly see
The mess we’re creating
We’re segregating
Wake up
We fail to see the need for
attempt
Doesn't matter how many times I fail
When I'm raging, I feel no pain
Maybe this is what he felt
When he was creating our place
I'm sitting in my
into dust
But as I try to face the ground, the very air combusts
The cracked illusions inside tormenting me
Dilapidated bride creating the grand blade
so cold
I’m sorry I’m a bad influence
I’m sorry I couldn’t give you more than this
I’m sorry, I could not give you more than this
Creating tyre tracks
How can you love someone when you don't love yourself
Keep creating distance but we feel so parallel
Build a wall of lies just to make sure you
progression
Verbal expression
Next level
Taking no concessions
Check it
Creating something
Outta nothing
It's a blessing
We gonna teach it to the youth
As our
Galaxy to galaxy
No matter where you are
Baby its just you n me
We're Travelling thru the stars
Creating constellations
New planets that are vacant
theres no gain
But what's left to win when I am fallen
With a bottle in my hand, creating pretty lies
I can make them proud forever
My heart is a stormy
me close is too toxic
Sorry baby I can’t stop it
Sorry baby I’m too toxic
I got to go
I’m back on the road
Creating some distance
Creating some
of blacksmith
Forging steel in a fire creating fancy kind of art
Do you know, who I am?
I am the one with heart of blacksmith
No regrets, don't look back
Cause I
over ether you Rappers like Jayz and Nas
We flow in our image and likeness Creating Cant rap with the gods
Cant rap with Gods
Rap with the Gods
I flow
mistakes
This $auce that I'm creating go 100 million wayz
And I am free to do what I want
So I’m choosing to go get paid
Smoke one to the face go about my
i'm creating my silence
smile fill of rotten teeth
glimmer in the moonlight
drink from this pool of hate
seal your fate
i slit my wrists for
respect you too
It would hurt if I hurt you
Making love creating bad soul ties
And I'm sorry Boo
Think you're so incredible
Really, I ain't tryna live no
so wet, filled with cummies. I’m ready to sit, on the next dick.
Naughty X, giving the sex. Pussy filled, and fucking grilled. Dicks creating friction,
Chorus
I ain't got no time for wasting
It's ticking time is racing
I could be in the studio just cooking up creating
I keep my phone on silent ain't
The kind of monsters we
Creating lies we're in
I remember the storm we passed
Stood by and danced until we died
Died
Let's face the days when we both
a temple
Out of reach
Creating a tempo
To hide beneath
Staring at the blind eyed man
Wondering if he knows what she will and can
She has two kids but
time
Running straight into your arms
Creating picture-perfect moments
Going through the motions
Lost in the confusion
Stuck in a dream
Feeling the sand
Trapped just where I hate to be
So comfortable when nothing is happening
Now I'm finally breaking free
Creating brand new identities
Trapped just
see
Can you tell me, tell me, tell me, tell me what what we really need
I can tell you we can make a
Reality, creating memories
It's so easy, let's go
know we get to high in here
Raise the ceiling we getting high in here
Nigga we creating vibes in here
If I die I never die in fear
If I die I never
started out
I been a young king I'm still looking for the crown
I been on my grind creating my own sound
If you keep studying me, you will never graduate
I
contentment
Focus all my energy
Where it needs to be
Creating the best me
I learn from the mother crow
The butterfly and ant below
The turtle when she moves
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