Lyrics:
Dawn sings in the garden
Phone signs in the hall
This boy's dead from two days life
Resurrected by the call
Penny here we've got to croon
So come
(what? Beno) All my opps gone die
(what? Bitch) All my opps gone die
(what? You a hoe) All my opps gone die
(Hoe ass nigga) They Dead
(I hate 'em I
there when I fell
To catch me, the minute shit was heated, she just bailed
I'm standing here swingin' on like thirty people by myself
I couldn't even
2]
Figure I stay and lock it, fuck it 380 cock it
King Jaffi Joe, I feel like spacely rockets
Come and weight these pockets, the profits display these
The end
The songwriter?s dead
The blade fell upon him
Taking him to the white lands
Of Empathica,
Of Innocence
Empathica
Innocence
half
Do your math
And peep that two halves make a whole
And all I have to hold is my self pride
So these streets I strive
Like a Black Panther
a right now generation murdered by the fan base
This is adored by the writers-Dead water
With a still force activated
No I'm not feelin' alright
The end
The songwriter?s dead
The blade fell upon him
Taking him to the white lands
Of Empathica,
Of Innocence
Empathica
Innocence
Empty heart bare where many failures lie
Stolen lungs breathe the air of darkest dread
Empty eyes see a life already dead
Claimed by the crippled hand
bare where many failures lie
Stolen lungs breathe the air of darkest dread
Empty eyes see a life already dead
Claimed by the crippled hand of hate
never be trusted to pick up the slack
I'm dead set stuck in my ways, this weight is crushing me
I am consumed by hate.
stomp the nigga two minutes long
Know I'm repping West side, putting you in the song, damn
2Pac got smoked by Baby Lane
And both of them niggas dead
heart bare where many failures lie
Stolen lungs breathe the air of darkest dread
Empty eyes see a life already dead
claimed by the crippled hand of hate
Dawn sings in the garden
Phone sings in the hall
This boy's dead from two day's life
Resurrected by the call
Penny here we've got to come
So
built
Lay a nigga out like quilt, clear to gill
I rock for rollers
From lowriders to Henny toasters
Cut off dead weight to
Keep my formulas kosher accept
that's dead weight,
it detonates flex tape
that holds the mic together
when it rhymes. Let me explain.
When it starts, well,
you can just spectate
and pray
straight ...
I'm just saying that... NVM no matter what they gon turn this into some hate ...
So fuck it, left it alone, headphones dead in a zone
Like
or even dead on this planet
But that make 2 of us hope you burn in hell for this shit
All this pain inside started becoming overwhelming as shit
But
delusional
Niggas crying like two year olds
Bullet holes come through the doors
I just crossed my heart, then I threw a rose
Damn, welcome to your funeral
minded niggas, Alpha have it positioned
That's opposition, wetttin me competition
Suddenly and outta tha blue and now I see
by myself, by myself
sometimes
Why hate what you can't control?
We all change by the minute, by the hour, by the day
That's okay
Again and again
Ever and again
Again and again
ain't mean it, I was bluffin', thinkin' please don't leave me now
Boys II Men, I'm down on bended knees listenin' to The Weeknd
Now friends hate me
I can give you what you wanted and more
I could of got it from him
But you would of hate to wait
But I wouldn't have the weight
c'mon, don't hate
To 2019
Wrote it in stone
Your nickelback creed
Nickelback creed
Red Dead Redemption 2 came out
You shuddered the blinds in your bedroom
All of your plants
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