Lyrics:
far too short to be granted to the modern god David Bowie by this universe
There are two men in my apartment right now cutting up walls with power
Analyze the plug and the things
He could do for me, ghost
Let's go
Anytime I talk, you know the truth spoke
(You know the truth spoke)
Any rapper that ever
Y'all know me, still the same O.G. but I been low-key
Hated on by most these niggas with no cheese, no deals and no G's
No wheels and no keys, no
and my feelings in the ocean
You know I don't talk much I don't got emotions
Party in the ghost town (Lil party, little party)
PH be the ghost town niggas
the liters
Guest appearance by some pills for a feature
While children in the street screaming we need ya
Old men are for wisdom
Young men are for war
We're
getting ready
And decided she'd try to touch him
Maybe he'd see that she was free
And talk to her this Sunday
She knew from the start
Deep down in
compare wrists by the watch complication
We compare rich by who's more ostentatious
Diamonds lined up, make a star constellation
And never talk numbers
manurism, a maniac with manuscripts
I'm the, I'm the Little Monster spittin' the purest raps
People linin' up like I'm a tourist trap, I'm sure of that
My
out the sea foam
Giving you the Willie's as I'm stepping off my steamboat
Left here by the gods and beheaded by a rod
I've some deadly black spots
little bitch
(Make sure you bring it 'Pac)
Around the way type shit
(Ayy yo 'Pac do that shit Westside style)
All them little hidden words in your raps
All
about to learn right now
You don’t fuck with Lil Sonic right now
You wanna talk sum shit right now
Nah, take your seat right now
Keep your ass down
Followed by sci-fi nonsense: tons of little bloops and bings
I get there: no one in sight
Until I look up seeing a space craft in flight
Prepare for
You taught me how to chase away
The monsters under my bed
And when I got a little older
The ones inside of my head
You taught me how to stand up
You taught me how to chase away
The monsters under my bed
And when I got a little older
The ones inside of my head
You taught me how to stand up
weren’t from there were you
In colombia they call me blackito
I need to sleep so bump me tranquilo
Young negga was moving them kilos
I got a little monster
she don't wanna talk, she wanna suck now
Can't even fuck with her, she's in a rough crowd
Eeny, miny, moe, is what i pick now
Uh-huh, I'ma fuck her
with a little bowl of popcorn
Where there are no monsters
Just me and my soap operas
Then why do I keep on returning?
You'd think by now, we'd all be
take it no more
Kicking down doors
Do it now, cuz the future is who we do it for (Talk to em!)
If not now, then when?
We all men
Don't hate me cuz
You are wrong sir, got no honor, you want to divide & conquer
We don’t buy it, rather riot than play your pawn, sir
Hey! and there are monsters creepin’
school bitch
She got on door knockers
And she knock on your door
For that raw partner
Hollygrove Wayne, that boy a monster
Jacked for a Mazda come back in
shit you ain't do
You like, "what happened?"
We go get lawyers to say shit, we don't know how to talk
They told us to hate each other before we learn
on prehistory
They may not ever solve the mystery
But they'll go talk until eternity
When girls get together
And bring up father or brother or men of their lives
inside my opium den
Surrounded by some china men
I'd sing the song that I sang then
About the time they called me "Jacky"
If I could be for only
I'm accepted
By mainstream America and good in the piece
Now niggas wanna talk all greasy (why)
Like they ain't used to open up for
Me in New York on tv
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