Lyrics:
We were crazy in love, couldn't get enough of each other
The center of attraction, we were made for one another
Nah, don't even fall for that
a slice of that bread, bags that you stole
You had a price on your head, now that tag's on your toe
And you know that nigga dead when the casket is closed
and she wanting me dead
I don't want to lie, but I know it's all
Never changed, that's for the better
Focused on the center
Making me greater, than I was
done threw a fish fry after we sizzled him
Glock turn that nigga to a bitch he gender fluid
Lord knows I ain't got to shoot I'll have my center do it
come spin thru Lex
New opp, caught a shot to the chest
EBK BOE, Everything dead
If its beef, its no time to dead it
Stop dissin', cuz you gon' regret it
the roads look more like lines of zahn across a dead man’s heart
They couldn’t find the fulfillment center
Dawn she thinks, “Well, I guess we’re deep in
Everyone knows the best Dead is live
The Grateful Dead: a two record set
Recorded live
At Winterland, Manhattan Center and the late
Lamented
Yo, yeah I put that on Piru (put that on Piru, Piru)
Yo Game, let's go
I've been shot stabbed, left for dead
Walked through every hood in LA,
seabirds collide below
A pier stands on a hundred stilts, some stranded UFO
I've stopped the car, in a dead end street
Rear view mirror, nothing but empty
the inertia at the center of the confounded eye of the storm
We are the blind spot in a pastiche of destruction
As long as we stay silent for nobody there
like damn. or be like what? LIFE
Surprise don't get caught by it, spirits you'll get haunt by em
Ever seen a dead body? ever seen a drive by?
Sometimes I
day
Night by night
We see the death of human rights
CoreCivic and GEO Group are contracted to run
ICE detention centers
They got a five billion dollar
Jordan 6's
Cause bro bro make you to a dead ringer for A-bel
Watch your tone
I can't get on with these clones
I am the original
In Mary's white little lamb
face on i feel safe now
Walk center stage and take a bow
Walk through a field of snakes
Bruise every head shake the foundation
Wake up the dead
I recall
and center
Oh, lovin' me and touchin' me
Honey, honey
You know if you knew anything about me
You woulda been much more tender
Ooh, squeezin' me, caressin'
filled up the space and You never let me go
Bullseye to the center of my soul
One shot but it rocked like a fatal blow
This love was Your gun, mercy
of my mind
Or was I just trippin' on an ego
But You filled up the space and You never let me go
Bullseye to the center of my soul
One shot but it
Uh. We in here counting dead president heads
Up in the years, it's been up in the mills of dead president heads and counting
They put pictures
nothing is left, you're dead to me
Never again
You're dead to me
You never recognize your issues
But you're the center of my misery
And after
And my Rolex racist 'cause it hate n****s
I used to only sell 8's like that Laker n****
Now I'm movin' 24's like I play at the Staples Center
You might
She's a zombie baby
Dead ringer in my head
And now we're rollin'
We're empty playin'
Hey! Wow!
Hey, yeah, like a zombie breathin'
Hey, yeah,
to feel naked batty pon she"
Freak-dread you want a fat-shot, 'member dat
A long him fi dead, now you say
"Back it up, jack it up big out the red?"
A what
And my Rolex racist 'cause it hate niggaz
I used to only sell 8's like that Laker nigga
Now I'm movin' 24's like I play at the Staples Center
You might
assembly
Hollow point entry
Hollow in my center piece
Only in my memory cause all of you are dead to me
I walk up on any block
Leave millions of dead
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