Lyrics:
a party?
No, it's just me here man, Imma musician.
Uh we know who you are.
And I'm a star in a movie,
that's my projectory here, and the music's already down
Caught in the rain
You say you're
Caught in the rain
You say you're
Caught in the rain
You say you love me
But you'll never change
Four AM flows I'm
When we do come through, you better lock doors (pause!)
The wolves wanna eat, peep how they lock jaws
No need to cook up the coke, you see? We cop raw
A lame ass excuse.
Closing it down with a what’s app.
No love.
Pure selfishness.
Disrespect.
You shouldn’t treat people like that!
You should know
cell phone down
Turn off my radio… Without a sound
See...?
There is a bridge between you and me
There’s not a wall that I can’t make it fall
Now that
wanna do, you savour
This step is called the BRU to the T
Bust the rhymes for free, I gets down
Mack is inside your town
Busting lyrics tourture like
Don't even assume shit
Aye I'm the one who on the scene
Cut shit like I edit movie scenes
Lotto tic pic yes Eric B
Vote on me you know that I ain't Human
it's garage
And killed a number of couples kissing
Down by the oceanside
Charles thought about the ocean's ways
Down the road just a mile
And as he
on the shelves
You a prisoner too, you living here too
You just like us, til' your shift get through
You could look like us, you know shit get through
You
After three years, girl let it go (Girl let it go)
Accusing me of shit you don't know (You don't know)
I got my bags packed standing by the door (Door
How long has it been
When I last felt your lips
Oh how it's been on my mind
I've been alone all this time
Now I'm here and you're not,
By myself I'm
cracker a day (what? Oh shit)
Girl, well, I heard the bitch was married to Tim
And started fucking with Trina
Well, I heard the bitch got hit by three
cracker a day (what? Oh shit)
Girl, well, I heard the bitch was married to Tim
And started fucking with Trina
Well, I heard the bitch got hit by three
priestly medications with that sound coming
through the wall." Thin walls you understand. The Priest put down his
dropper, cold hall, and knocked on the door
Stay away from my bitch, you fuckin cunt
Before I put a stick in you, (Aahh) you fuckin runt
And you'll need six stitches to seal that shut
I'll edit you
the door so why won't you come,
Why won't you come ?
Blind things should come to an end
I look so ugly in the photographs and
I don't know what time is it
brought to you by adrenaline and good rap
Black Pendleton ball cap
(West, west, west)
We don't share the same synonym fall back
(West, west, west)
Been
the door: a guided tour; what we came here for
One: don't let the sun go down on
Two: love, but are undone by
Three: whose name is...
I won't even start
feels heavy for it, because they say
Why has a treasure not been sent down to him, or an angel come with him
But you are only a warner, and Allah is
While its playin on radio
Im here to talk about freedom
Open my heart to follow my love
Appreciate in every moment
Trust in myself and never give up
to the bar, I hang up my coat, I call the bartender
Said "Look man, come down here", he got down there
"So what you want"
One bourbon, one scotch, one beer
to splurge on effects and reverb
Once that cue system shit hit them ears your brain's gonna curve
Drop the mister two inch, half inch for any edits
Radio
I don't wanna go, but I've got to leave you, mama
And he's going down the highway
I guess it was around 3:30 in the morning
He could hardly see
Series
Been here, just pleadin' the same case
Ever since we spaced about "3 Feet"
Pinchin' your ears, inchin' for years
But you still stuck
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