Lyrics:
a team, we was chasin' our dreams
Then it stopped, now I'm outta breath
Now they try to tell me I need rest
And I'll find love again, I ain't find it yet
did you want again?"
I say ketchup!
And he says "oh yeah, that's right
I just spaced out there for a second
I'm really kind of burnt tonight"
And then
seconds go by
Make your life pass by
Now you feel it pass by
Now you feel it pass by
Make another dollar spend
Got to spend it all on rent
Make your life
The other day seen this girl
Walk by the other way
I would have spoke but when I looked
At her she looked the other way
Had it been another day I
Falling down that flight of stairs
That lives inside my head again
Tearing myself up
About the things that would've never been
Disconnected
Second
than you FUCK THEM ALL... don't judge me by my words
I rather die by the truth, than dying in lying (don't mind the ruthers) CoviD 19 money making
tide, like in all times, and I promise now, Imma fall in line
It’s coming back again, scale of 1-10, a seven
The feeling that I’m far away like I could
still snoring as I lay in my sheets
Different but together like a 7 layer salad
Singing Christmas songs like a Gospel styled ballad
My fam is one
enchilada
Lil Wayne, on the move like lasagna. I ain't lyin' I'm a king like Mufasa
24/7 feel like rackin' up them commas, better yet, 24/8 feel like Mamba
the Sun
And she named it Hyperion
And she made it a day of light and healing
The second was silver
And she colored the Moon
And she named it Phoebe
And she
Say she feeling me
I know why it's cause I got the remedy
I thought being broke would be the end of me
If I ain't winning yet then bitch I'm finna be
I'm gonna film you a 7 second Joker video
Alright
Bitch, I blow up shit like the fucking Joker
Can't stop fucking coughing, I'm a chronic smoker
Bitch
wait a second
I been tryna make them M's
Old friends popping up
They been tryna make amends
Old flings on my line
Gotta let me hit again
Grant Hill
Alone in my head
Yet again
I'm a freak
I bet you never met a mother fucker like me
Alone in my bed
Got no friends
Im a creep
I could see you lyin
hours, forty-two minutes and... seven seconds until Christmas morning. That’s just off the top of my head... no big deal. Look at Wendy. See how calm she
getting shot by the nine
8 of them died and left 7 of them crying for the 5th and 6th time
I'm trying to tell you dog, you done pulled through
Nigga I
Here we go again. (Yeah), Weeks of texting
Small talk to seem interesting
Could this be the one who gets the ring
On the finger or is she just
and entered again
My mind, numb and so unconsciouss
Only controlled by the instinct, the worst possible way of sense
And yes, I want it to end, but yet I still
Believe me, child, your light will never fade
This darkness will crawl away
I know this nightmare feels so cold again
The walls have all been closing
before she came but
Never out five seconds late evil like the number six but
Lucky like seven it will take eight of you motherfuckers
To touch my heaven
before she came but
Never out five seconds late evil like the number six but
Lucky like seven it will take eight of you motherfuckers
To touch my heaven
dreams
Well time still wilts like a corsage
Given by stars who live in screens
Well blame it on me
Honestly, I've been deceived once again
5 stars, 2
to wonder
Should I produce or should I tour this summer
Well just that second I heard stay where you are
Before I could stop I was hit by a cop car
vigorous
Stroke that nigga like a zig zag rolled cigarette,
And I do it to get my dick wet
Brain grain rotten, I was a 12 year old gettin' raped by my
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