Lyrics:
the seasons
We drink artesian, sipping Fiji for the look
We're kinda heathens when you think it through
Spending so our wrists are freezing
There'll always be
a buy one get one free
And I'm tryna go and eat
Kapeesh
I eat beats
I cook em and reheat
Then repeat
It's good for 3 weeks
I keep 'em in deep freeze
I
There is nothing more for you and I
Some are young and some are free
But I think I'm going blind
Cause, I think I'm going blind
And I know how it's
look at my pink
(Thots every week)
Look at my (thots every week)
Pass by the Lambo, bitch can't breathe, ooh
Ooh please, diamonds sick, I sneeze (achoo)
Dear Alice
We're all mad down here
I live my life no fear
I see the sphere of time
A hundred years go by
We're all mad down here
I live my life no
A S A P, F E R G
Big Tigger, I'm jigga, and you know me, D
(ay)
Lamborghini dreams, bitch I mean what I say
Do it for a purpose, you just her by mistake
Put
conscious, headlights!
Beaming from the Beemer that her momma bought her
I got to act right for her like I'm an author
Look where drama brought us, look where
hand's always open, for real
Ayy, thirty-three years, I gave that to the game
Thirty-three mil, I save that for the ring
Five hundred weeks, I fill
It was you
It was me
All by myself
Look what you did to me
I'm down and out
I gotta get back on my feet
Before too long
Look what you did to me
Look
much, much
All of the people start to rush
(start to rush by) a dizzy twister dance
Can't find my drink or man
Where are my keys? I lost my phone, phone
I'm at your door, your eyes are like, "Why are you here?"
Judging by my steel, I got something to do here
Give up the money or the angel cries two
West
Pamela Anderson, and she brought both of them breasts
Paris Hilton and Lindsay, holding down Britney's skirt
No more free looks, you gotta put in
Sacred bass vibration
Mahamantra meditation
Sri Krishna Caitanya
The Golden Avatara
Came five hundred years ago to give you liberation
It is not
and love is free"
In a simple little room in a Chattanooga home
For girls that need a friend
And are all alone
She wait's for a letter that never comes
From
I been ghost for four years and if that ain't sad enough
I been writing this whole time go add that up
That's about a hundred tracks and I ain't even
doing to me?"
This kind of love really shouldn't be free
Cuz for you, I'll give you everything
I'll turn you on to a hundred degrees
I've been changed
In the southern part of Texas
In the town of San Antone
There's a fortress all in ruins that the weeds have overgrown
You may look in vain for
In the southern part of Texas
In the town of San Antone
There's a fortress all in ruins that the weeds have overgrown
You may look in vain for
Even let the weapon spark
When I could just hook on the
Dot like a question mark
And speaking of questions
How you did a year and a half
In a max for
the have-lots robbed from
The don't haves
Where the caps lock's lost in the phone tap
Emojis minus emotion and vocab
Seven years passed
Let me parse you for part
authentic
Ok i gotta stay on the low
Niggas is fake and niggas be hoes
Contemplating how you stunt
On your own don't look for handouts Nigga u grown
Year 23
Meant something
If nothing else I know that I meant something
Look I been runnin'
Three years I've been tryna keep it ten hundred
Meant something
begin, to master
Rhymin' rhymin' rhymin'
Criminal minded, you've been blinded
Looking for a style like mine you can't find it
They are the audience,
begin, to master
Rhymin' rhymin' rhymin'
Criminal minded, you've been blinded
Looking for a style like mine you can't find it
They are the audience,
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