Lyrics:
school days together
Meeting by the bikes at seven
"I thought your friends were coming too?"
Holding hands in Greenwich Park
When you kissed me in the dark
Yeah, SG ain't dead, but KTB got new motion, you heard? Uh-huh
You wasn't never this
Say, I was at the Marriott smokin' Black & Mild in
(Hook)
Crushed down I loved it I was flooded by the light
My mind was so lost when I found you that night
I stopped by to mention I still miss you
thirty-eight in his waist
But when you live by the gun you die by the same fate
End up, dead before thirty-eight and umm
That's the life of us raised by
in my hometown
I wish I had been born at sea
Then you wouldn't care and you wouldn't know me
Ebb and flow, they just won't carry me home
It's
First things first a taste, and then transported
To a most scenic wasteland
Such bussin flavor delicately savor the luscious portal in hand
Now you
everybody's going crazy for a quarter
You're tuned in to the number one crew in the area
The way I'm talking I'm scaring ya
I'm daring ya to raise hell
off a corrupt system
That was created off our backs with this nation and its sub system
So all I see is nothing but pain in this canvas
But if you
you're looking for a sign, the divine's behind this
Blank canvas, try and find it on the back of your eyelids
Minds synchronized, by our time devices
for the blood, the extensive flood
Gripping down on your soul, like you knew nothing could
Fading in and out, my death and doubt
Now finding out, what
who you really are
No life breathes in you
All the time you laugh you wait you cry
No part of your life is true
All the time your life passes you by
I
feel good, Tony told me
Hoes sued me, you be left in line
Shoot do home movies, fuckin' half the time
Killa, face, hunned, thousand
She be straight, 3-45
catchin' flies.
Blank expression, a burnt out bulb,
A thimble full of wit.
Endless stories never follow,
In short you're full of shit.
Watch him fade,
he's not in command;
The decisions underwritten
By the cash in his hand
Bought a sweater for
His weimariner too
Now I'm no mad man,
But that's
the place that we’re in
And we’ll write this story on our skin
I don’t wanna wake up in the morning
I’m feeling alone
Don’t wanna be home by myself
Oh, uh,
myself)
Sometimes I feel pussy when I'm alone and wanna blank myself (blank myself)
Bitch, you know I'm posted in the nine and we steppin' now (steppin'
to be seen
Is how you chose to use your time
And still the point blank calculations unclear
Of whether your text can catch these lines
Or toss 'em
I pack a pistol in my pocket, ready
If you kill me
Young motherfucker pull the trigger
If you kill me
You got a pistol motherfucker better kill me
goal
'Til our minds are blank
Boundless and monstrous!
A triumphant tyrant
Titanic and unforgiving!
Shipwrecked by the giant.
As blackness and winter
sleep
I'm steady pumpin' bullets in your sheets
Wake up, motherfucker, don't stutter
Point blank by a nigga from the gutter, yeah
Gimme mine, gimme
Cell won't stand by you
Pay to blank mind you
Feel the white light as the wires root your head
Better start livin' before you're (dead)
How could
Am D Em
With the speed of insanity, then he dies.
In the green fields a turnin', a baby is born
His cries crease the wind
Me and my juvies, divvy it up with the juvies
The money a discus, just by the way that I threw it
VVS movin'
Sir, you better cool it (yeah)
Engine
Mild apprehension
Blank dreams of the coming fun
Distort the odds of a turnaround
Gut screams out next to none
So turn it on
Tune it in
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