Lyrics:
life's facing
I see ya pacing
Getting nervous, hard times at home a grown child
Getting no relief on mama's shoulder
Now what I advise is only cries
blessed
By the gods
Until the end of time
For all eternity
They're riding with the gods
In unity
Tears for the damned
These are the tales of the bold
to the winds
Scatter your parts
You are not one but many
To those shall you succumb
Beast of time, you hurl your heavens sporadic
Falling in the great parade
right here by my side
Now until the end of time
Baby I'm falling fast
Must be a spell cast
My heart's holding onto every word that you say
I've
I been away from hell too long, I think it's time I went home
Ain't got no niggas or no weapons, steppin out on my own
Now I missed curfew
Hey you guys
Hey you guys
Chic-a chic-a dobe dobe dobe dobe
All the children went to heaven
Won't be back 'til ten after eleven
Are you ready
nine
Number ten, it's only common sense
Never try to sex her friend
'Cause you be hit with the evidence
Number nine, true love is hard to find
Try
lift the fat when you get laid
You a waste of time like a blunt blade
Em and your mum need my upgrade
L for days, I'm switching plays
I fuck with
want when your turn is free
We get so caught up in life we're losing simplicity
We make heaven hell and it's hard to tell
Motherfucking well, I
hard, beggin for a foul
With my family on my mind, gettin called from prison walls
My tummy touchin, brain cells hangin by nails
And my cash flow movin
is a member
Of the Evolutionary Level Above Human
The Kingdom of God, the Kingdom of Heaven
Save this lecture for Twitter
We can keep it cool
In real
up high I heard you’re doing great
Yeah right spent a little time upstate
Down low the party’s over time to celebrate
Too slow up high It’s hard
dick
Time is money honey and lemme tell u now ain't nobody wastin' it
Ooh yeah, look at the drip
Huh yeah, let's take a trip
Soju let's take sip
the type to spit flames at the sun
And put it out put it simply, I'm hot bitch
Lasmosis on the track, no time and the bets off
Take shots? turn that gun
It's still kinda early to watch the sun go rising anyway
Even if it rises this time everyday
It's still kinda early to watch the engine spit
might as well respect the game
'cause it's time to see a change
Talk about your flows and your clothes
And all your hos and your doughs
What about
rooster strolls down the road
A ladybug on the bench by my home
The beach at night hearing crashing waves
My mum being happy on her birthday
My
you arrived in my world, I thought heaven was near
But time made it very clear that the devil was here
So fuck you
Don't you ever call me again
you no go fit double the numbers I dont need your help
Real hardcore rapper me I’m far from a girl
It’s like heaven and hell
Check the numbers homie
Four in the morning knocking packs off
Then im dipping to the stu getting these raps off
Fiends want it hard some want it soft
Cash rules everything
heaven
So shut your fuckin' mouth up
Nowadays all they do is talkin'
Parrots all these fuckers gotta copy
Yeah you got money, but look at how you got it
on climbing that mountain
I'll rise to the top on my own
Rise to the top by my own means
With the homies outta OP, low-key
Workin' so hard that I don't sleep,
conditioned not to expand the vision
Watching life go by through filtered lenses
But does experience bring pain that kills or pain that cleanses
Sometimes I
from wall to wall
This pain so deep man it felt like I was cut by a saw
Cuz my ex fucked another niggga my heart been cold
That’s why nobody can fully
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