Lyrics:
This just really hurts, I'm mad I don't curse in my verses
A lot of expletives I've said, I just keep them in my head
Hard to put those thoughts to bed
wonder, I take my place with the lord of the hills
And the blue-eyed soldiers stand slightly discoloured
In neat little rows sporting canvas frills
and I sit in the bed
Screaming into my head I gotta move or I'm dead
I gotta get at work now but I'm still in the bed
Uh oh, I know it ain't right
Let's
on a binge
Let it rain, always looking back
Lay in bed, always switching around, my head
But they different now instead
40 bands by the moon, wine cabana by
"Boo!"
"Don't be afraid ma'am, it's only Johnny Doo!"
Over the fields with a pack on my back
Over the hills with a creak in me sack
Holes in my shoes
You could get hit if you out of pocket
Need my rackies to bust out the wallet
Need my sneakers in two different closets
Need my commas on all my
said the cow all white and red
"I gave Him my manger for His bed
I gave Him my hay to pillow His head"
"I", said the cow all white and red
"I", said
and brown.
"I," said the cow, all white and red
"I gave him my manger for his bed
I gave him my hay to pillow his head."
"I," said the cow, all white and red
Hipgrave. Oh, Mac.
LATER
In the clear white circles of morning wonder,
I take my place with the lord of the hills.
And the blue-eyed soldiers stand slightly
Million tempted by female, them smelling so good
She get in bed he swelling, she tell him he sho' should
Sex and sweat and yelling, them can tell I'm so
to sex, I don't go through withdrawals
Im surrounded with drawers, uptown its me
Getting fly, hereditary
Your wife's wedding ring, found in my jeans
Easy,
The Hills, champagne and molly
To the real ones, south side hood
And my phone gets blown up everyday
By friends and hoes who never stay
We link up anyway
outlined on the floor
You got hit by the .44!
You're in the game called life, son, how you're living it
Street corner kids growing up blowing up
You
up in my mind, have me starstruck
Baby, you better not play with me
Your on the bed and you under the sheets
I know that you do not want me to leave
ones be for this
Still fighting my head just trynna make bread don't care what they said no way to ignore this
Been plotting in bed I'm thinking ahead I
and jif
Feel my blunt fist, or my death kiss
The rap soloist you don't want none of this
Supreme in this era, I reign with terror
When I grab the mic,
By the way this shit hit it i feel I can vibe on it (vibe on it)
Tryna turn up get lit, don't need no surprise don't i
Tryna get you in a mood
and tall
But I have fallen in the dry stone slab with a bleeding nose
I lift, force my face out from the dirt
Solace has become my guiding force
Burdened by
was dead,
Or beg him to spare you and take me instead!
As it is I must leave you in care of my brother,
The wizard, who lives on the hill,
Who has
Originals
I put a stack on my baby
I have been working so hard
I'm still the highest at the party (yeah)
I'm still stuck in a world
I ride and say hello to my
chilling thinking about the time we spent
Babe Ruth why you hitting me with mood swings
In the bed rated R
Cuz it's a movie
Mix emotions swirl in my head
step, one by one
Sad memories from crea 51
Help me to forget cause I'm the very last one
Keep an eye on me 'til their spaceship
Burn all my notebooks in
When I wake up in the morning and I get out of bed
And the sun is coming up and I lift my head
I think of you and the things that I wanted to say
Now I saw my brother on radio hill
Watching the cars roll by
He just stood there tall and still
Like a castle against the sky
At my grandfather's house
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