Lyrics:
win
Someone save me (yeah) help me breathe (uh)
I feel it building within me, every second that I breathe
There's a hunger deep inside, a yearning
to retire.
Second time in history, Atlantic flown by three Spaniards.
Here's one. Death of Barbara La Marr, film actress with five
husbands.
BBC asks for
it
Feel like i have gone insane
No point living life this way
I'm so sick of saving face
Lying all the pain away
Going on an aeroplane
Pack my bags
you? I?m a ga--uh--guide your error. May this shnook be with in you.(?) Let Christ be above you. And they unbleed(??) of the seven rooms light your way
There's a shape in the shadows
There's a chill in the air
But he won't let you get rattled
You won't know that he's there
There's no way to do battle
There's a shape in the shadows
There's a chill in the air
But he won't let you get rattled
You won't know that he's there
There's no way to do battle
are
And the third second and first is when the welfare kicks in
We joined by nothing
'Cause your ???
Drinking
Buying crack
Go for drugs again
And it
done demonstrated with this pen and paper
Only seven haters on the gram
That's cause there's maybe seven that'll listen
For a couple seconds 'for they
Six point six hours, thirty seconds
I'm not here to orchestrate I'm here to navigate you
Nah, navigating is when you're directin' the energy
Then
want seconds, we don't want no damn thirds
Cause we came for first.
Verse 2
Late nights thinking about my life like what did I do, how did I get
Slow down, tell me what you know now
Throw down, I get it for the low now
Tell mamma God bless
Without her I wouldn't know how
No time to second
hope she loves me
So I just done this private show I'm doing Footlocker promo
And judging from the postcode it was Shoreditch or Soho
Did 6 or 7
it and did it
Raise a power fist
24/7 just look where I was at
They fueled by cowardice and called us
Powerless and proud of it sucka shit
We gon' keep
were the one two three four five six seven eight
Too many choices
I can tell where she's been by where the splinters at
I leave them because they get me
to feel like that
I kinda feel the same way though sometimes
Yeah
With all the work that's goin' on I feel like
This is like my second time doin' it so
Erh, I'm not dying over any bullshit
No Way,
Baby,
Baby,
Baby,
Why don't you come over here and groove with me?
Ride me, oh, I love you,
I love
Coming from the bottom, trying to make it to the top
Yeah
I got three hundred and thirty-seven ways to get paid, and that's how we do it all day
I
the news
It don't no matter what you do
Imma win and you lose
Enjoy second place and eating dust
Can't trust yall niggas, yall be mad sus
Time to get off
ain't forgiven
If you cross me once put that beam on you
Ain't no second time cus you worm food
Ain't no third time cus you six
Knock you seven, knock you
second generation
Only half way up the tree
Slip kid, slip kid, I'm a relation
I'm a soldier at sixty-three
No easy way to be free
Slip kid, slip
the back by some cars no ones watching
Just let me show you some proof
I’ll tell you I’m the one
You can hear my heart keep beating like a drum
Just
ways to do fraud, must forget that I scam
Scrumble touch down with twenty-seven like he Eddie George
Actin' like he sellin' twenty-eights, how much you
him he wants to be free
He's got no one trying to help him or to save me
Raised by family but not his mom
Bobby at a young age was banished to Guam
fast to the future in my hands
(in my hands)
Ever changing ever learning the way to redeem
The possibilities are still against me
As it all passes by
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