Lyrics:
Slowly with my voice you can't hear me now
spinning like the love that will never die
that morning I woke up and I felt so deep
The center
Dealing death out precisely we've been hunting demons nightly
Breaking down your doors, I'm not knocking politely
I'm not dead weight, I can stand at your
Even if you play dead, we'll still get you
I did that lean back, then hit the folks
Even if you play dead, we'll still get you
Yeah, you go
Beat it,
Magic, magic, magic
Rockstar mentality
Gonna whip my head
Drum solo, string strumming
Leave my soul for dead
Skinny leather jeans, open vest
Ya
THIS IS MY LEGACY
Put my heart in every song
Plant these seeds in every beat
Until it's time to go Home
THIS IS MY LEGACY
Even when I'm dead & gone
fall
Way out in Egypt in the valley of kings
Where the mummified pharaohs
Pretend dead in their sleep
Don't touch, never ever steal
Unless you're in for
So cheer up Palmer, you'll soon be dead
The noose is hanging, at least you won't die wondering
Sit up and take notice; Tell it like it is
If I were
are unmoving
As for me, it won't be my city again until I'm dead
Fuck the New York Post
L.A, who am I to need you when I've needed so much, asked
pull out the trey - eight
Kool G. Rap's your fate, and not your playmate
So all you niggaz on the floor, bitchin' that shit is dead
Tell it
Crossing the center of nothingness
In a flowing cloak of light
The gap between alone and loneliness
Is breaking up open wide
The age is
you)
Should be ashamed (when I met you)
You should have walked (I was the walking dead)
She tore you down (I was kicked in the head)
She tore you
to the stars
Oh, you won't get away, hey hey
Smoke in the garage
Going to your head
'Cause your intentions are dead
Dead wrong
Deep, deep down body
was a barreln through
Then I took a turn
But I hit the curb
An spun off the center lane
An when I heard the crash
Well I stomped on the gas
An I
cursed circle dead and drained
Gray and grim just like the first
Yet it is not emptiness that plagues these souls
Treading past the feeble moans
Of those
into the salt
From the spirit we exceed to exalt
From the spirit we exceed to exalt
From the spirit we exceed to exhaust
To the center we proceed
on the outside
The end of the line
A little left of center now
A little out of time
Lost beyond all hope
I'm fading and I choke
A little dead and forgotten
Nothing left unsaid
But the vibe that you give me when you keep me on read
The worries that I give you are dead
Now I don't gotta think about you
running wild like a black hole, sucking stars
She will bend over for a burger but you will only see the scars
Now that your old world's dead and you're
Back up, smoking on that wood, too much'll leave you dead
I got big money problems, you too broke to even get
Bad hoe on the side getting hit
Hop up
the spot like center piece
Break you to pieces like celery
I am the best from this century
People are gonna remember me
If you don't than you dead to me
I
hand
Ballin' like I'm Terrance Mann
Dunking on centers like NBA Jam
Keep that shit over there, we don't need that
We got it going, it's part of the plan
hiding from yourself
And spinning your orbit away from the center?
I don't really understand
What's been messing with your head
I know you feel so alive
All my bruddas get fed
They kept my twin away from me
Couldn't even see my dad
In my head
Make it to the top
Chasing bread
Left for dead
I could
name is winter
A dead end
A drop off
The silence in the center
It kills me it drives me mad
But I'm still falling fast
Is it cool if call you
Is it rude
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