Lyrics:
stain this land.
Each face a mask of silent dread,
As through the streets, justice is led.
By lantern light, they search the night,
Seeking out wrongs
over the next nine tracks
Seeing a terrain, six lakes, get my shades on
Skate it like I'm Wayne, Trukfit with the stains on it
Label on the frames
of Sirens
On my hands
I can't wash away
Still it pours
And stains our land
In bitterness
So cruel
Will ages go by
Dead sound of misery
Come share our
She shook and gasped in licentious greed
Turned by mutual whisper
Wrapped up in bewitched body shower
Forbidden fruits taste better
Primitive caress
this
Black diamonds, yellow canary diamonds
White diamonds
BROWN STAINS
Tyler records his verse on Brown Stains
I think ScHoolboy Q is a actual
dirty with them blood stains
Walking through the hood you never do lonely
They asked around the corner where you from homie
I'm looking at the ground
died just for a stain
My homie smoke you for zip got murder on my brain
Can't nobody feel this pain got codeine on my brain
Aint nobody feel this shit
died just for a stain
My homie smoke you for zip got murder on my brain
Can't nobody feel this pain got codeine on my brain
Aint nobody feel this shit
He's the wolf screaming lonely in the night
He's the blood stain on the stage
He's the tear in your eye
Been tempted by his lie
He's the knife in
grinding so long I got links to my tracks and my Spotify stuck in my brain
Money stuck on my mind like a stain
N***as wildin they really deranged
By next
case to another blank face
I'm just sitting on the roadside
Watching all the cards and the clouds roll by
They may pass me by
But I need a better reason
Shout at the devil
He's the wolf screaming lonely in the night
He's the blood stain on the stage
He's the tear in your eyes
Been tempted by his lie
sleeping head
Lipstick from a drunken kiss
Ice cream stains that now I miss
Blood from when you scraped your cheek
That dirt from walking by the creek
can quote a few
She's a cross on a chain and a red wine stain
On her Mamaw's hand-me-down Bible
I heart Tennessee, John 3:16
On the bumper
stain the carpet
And by the way, have you got a dollar
Oh, no, man, I haven't got the time time
Too busy sucking on a ding-dong
She's busy sucking
Uh, yeah
Stains on my shirt
Blood on my face
Chains on my neck
Tell me do you love me like that, baby?
Do you love me like that?
You know I
on the 'Tech
Workin' like a stain, I can't get attached
Wrist a Johnny Dang, diamonds by the batch
Hoe'n so official, raised like a champ
Certified nigga, hit
Yeah, yeah, yeah
And I'm the, I'm the best motherfucking rapper man, you know
Aye
And true story too, by the way (Firzt on the track)
now I'm taking aim
Niggas really gassed now I'm taking aim
SilkMan by himself that's a fucking gang
SilkMan by himself that's a fucking gang
Welcome
the blues?
Dirty records from another time
Some blood stains on your shoes
May I have this last dance
By chance if we should meet?
Can you write me a lullaby?
I heard you like to go out late at night
Dance around the amber of the southern lights
Knew you were home by the creak in the floor
Your foot
marionette
Fallin' out the sky
Barely scraping by
Lock the doors and close the shutters
Now I think it is my time
In my head I got some stains
Grip the blade
I keep them racks up to my ear
Man fuck what jay be talking bout
You can tell he from the south
By the golds up in his mouth
You can tell he bout
during the day
Killing the girls by nighttime
Drinking and Dancing away
While the families are crying
The blood stains in her dress
No one knows about it
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