Lyrics:
The race is almost run
Nose pressed hard on frosted glass
Gazing as the swollen mass
On concrete fields where grows no grass
Stumbles blindly on
Iron
know that you know what you want now
Earthbound, aim for the soft spot
So much purpose I walk like a molotov
Shot glass, rock hard, penetrate
Tiny flower in misty milk
a child in the universe
a star in a box of melted glass
broken off life and self
my bleeding baby sister
your life like
Alleyoops as a brass, raise your glass and cheer
As you get on your good foot, I hope that you never put
Your trust in unjust suckas who disgust
Ways
try to serve it
Grade A beef, and it shake like it's nervous
I see some beef, take one glass
Then it turn to a spoon, put the nuts in they pants
See it
ding da-dong dong
Huh, true dat, true dat true dat
Yo, don't try to fake the funk on
Go on, give you ya milk-bone, the ding-dong
So mangy kitty-cat, get
apostle
Yo, my whole body like a spoiler kid, draped in the latest hits
Both hands, two glass cutters, cops'll alter this
Cream of Wheat steez pushed
Broken glass everywhere
People pissing on the station
Y'know they just don't care
I can't take the smell
I can't take the noise
I got no money
when the sun
is high
I get up
from
my bed
I play
my favourite record
the volume turned down
drink
a glass of fresh water
and give
Conversations had
Standing up by office doors with frosted glass
Confidences gained, and confidences lost
And I know
I know
What my public wants
Dirty white girl
She’s so addictive
Don’t wanna go so you win all
Dirty white girl
She’s so addictive
Don’t wanna go so you win all
Milk on your
the sand
I feel like I'm more than a cat wit' a plan
This feels like it's more than a flash in the pan
This is milk in the cup and cash in ya hand
This
To be a movie star, go get a glass jar (woo!)
Once you cook it and cut it, homie, go stand out in public
See the work sell itself if you got enough
As someone else
I'm underground on earth but really
Big in other realms
Off the market to the talking snake
Where there's milk instead of oil and
The soil
Milk
Decisions I be makin' when I get impaired
Tell me where the ginger, man, I'm gettin' there
Money in my pocket barely fittin' there
But I
Mother's milk has soured
My life's a bolted door
And from it runs a trail of vagrant gore
My wounds are open flowers
Fragrant gifts for my encore
and
soldiers and bullet proof glass mob representing linger soldiers kiss
my pinky finger my balls camoflauged by this rap singin' drug dealing
made me famous
Alleyoops as a brass, raise your glass and cheer
As you get on your good foot, I hope that you never put
Your trust in unjust suckas who disgust
Ways
dope to blacks
That's how you got your milk and honey
Yeah, off of that blood money
And have you foamin at the mouth, y'all had to contract rabies
and good-natured who you never hear complain
Who has the milk of human kindness by the quart in every vein
A patient man am I, down to my fingertips
The sort who
Villain get the money like curls
They just tryin' to get a nut like squirrels in this mad world
Land of milk and honey with the swirls
Where
requiring no digestion
I'm stuffing a dead chicken into a glass bottle then filling the bottle with milk
I'm gonna seal that bottle tighter than a yoga-locked
Tryna find herself in the bottom of a glass
Lookin' for the right things in the wrong places
It seems like the good times never last
This a season
From them jokers who loving that glass cock
Pitching bullets David Price with the glock
Black boys outlined with white chalk
Shot down by the poachers
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