Lyrics:
[Treach]
This ain't got shit to do wit shampoo
But watch your head n shoulders brother older bold enough to fold ya
Yo I told ya a raid afraid of what I
you've just seen the ghost of Jesus walking by
I never sleep
When trouble steals thoughts
From my restless mind for free, it could be (ohh)
hair
Deal out Jacks or better on a blanket by the stairs
I'll tell you all my secrets, but I lie about my past
And send me off to bed forevermore
Make
things and we'll never be boring,
Because no one knows that nothing changes but the words and the weather.
So we'll get older and we'll get good.
foreign
And a green card's on the way
This ain't got shit to do with shampoo, but watch your Head N Shoulder
Brother older bold enough to fold ya, yo I
to rule
Younger frame, older state of mind
Find my name on a page in your Qu'ran, I learned that, in '89
When I was slingin' cocaine and baby 9's
Put it in
my days passin' by
When I get older, settlin' down would you come down to the sea
Ah-ha carry me down to the sea again, ah-ha
Oh, carry me down
1, 2, X is comin' for you
3, 4, you better lock your door
5, 6, get your crucifix
7, 8, don't stay up late
1, 2, X is comin' for you
3, 4,
that we're older
Turned into questions, in front of me
I wonder if we get one true love
Or maybe there's a few out there
Or maybe not even one
I
well
And I was never good at telling jokes, but the punch line goes
""I'll get older, but your lovers stay my age""
From when your Brooklyn broke my
the trigger and the gun is in my mouth
A subtle annoyance laced with disgust
When you get older and those boys grow tired of you
You can come find me, I can
Butter bead pressed down to the skillet
Making cheese in Hell's Kitchen
Wanna disturb my intuition
But I'm someone real you won't be gettin
I started
Wish I could see all their faces
Bitch I am him and it ain't a replacement
Took me a minute to get it but i am that nigga admit it
I bet i never forget
time I sang
I was told, when I get older, all my fears would shrink
But now I'm insecure, and I care what people think
My name's Blurryface and I
and a back that's strong
You load sixteen tons, what do you get?
Another day older and deeper in debt
Saint Peter don't you call me 'cause I can't go
I
fall in love
Pshyche that's a damn lie
Ladies put ya hands high every woman should get that one man to stand by
It's called devotion, emotions could
and it's not what you wanted anyway
You don't want to grow up
You don't want to get older
You don't want to grow up
You don't want to get older
Two years
and only thing that I, I need
Nobody told her
People get older, things become strange
As time passes by my window
I notice things never stay the same
I
1, 2, X is comin' for you
3, 4, you better lock your door
5, 6, get your crucifix
7, 8, don't stay up late
1, 2, X is comin' for you
3, 4,
[Chorus]
If there is a final hour
Let's hope for a higher power
1 by 1 and 2 by 2
I have ammo what about you [x2]
[Verse 1]
Grandma told me the good
threes
Life is short is what some nigga said
Not if you measure life by how one lives and what he did
It's funny how these black killer companies is making
Feeling my way through the darkness
Guided by a beating heart
I can't tell where the journey will end
But I know where to start
They tell me I'm too
'cause I'm coming, it's my album
And for the record, meaning my record, check it
Listen to the single and you'll be like, yo, I gotta get it
But in
Yeah, last year was not practise year
Let's get more number 1's and more plaques this year
I say a lotta blurry lines, let's talk facts this year
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