Lyrics:
dear
By the fear of fear
Running through our minds
You can feel it every time
I don't wanna be unkind to you
Gonna put my life in
Don't stick the knife
probably wait out the storm, by morning back at her dorm
Cool
She spent the night with a friend alright
But probably out of spite a nigga named Steven
First
to the floor
I double deuce by my toe, see Figg get it and go
I feel stuck in my ways, a nigga tryna get paid
I'm tired of answering questions why Oxymoron
On the good ship Venus
By Christ you should have seen us
The figurehead was a whore in bed
Sucking a dead man's penis
The captain's name was Lugger
You can cut the air with a knife tonight
There's no quarter given
You were wrong but I ain't right
Is that right?
It never used to be like this
We
living quarters about the size of yo bathroom. That's where I sharpened knife. It's where I wrote the Passion of the Life! On kite paper; What you know
class no more."
What's on my mind is a bum eating out the trash
Asked for a quarter, I kicked him in his dusty ass
What's on my mind is "I hope" he said,
I wake up in the morning ain't no stalling on my grind
I'm sitting by the sun what's on my mind I'm tryna shine
I'm tryna make a dollar not a quarter
out till quarter to three
Would you lock the door?
Will you still need me
Will you still feed me
When I'm sixty-four?
You'll be older too
And if
away
Tell the homey I would meet him by the spot
Woke up in the morning feeling like night and day
Coming at me then believe you getting got
You don't
Yeah opening my eyes yo it's almost quarter past five in the morning time
Ain't no time to be mourning about past triflings
And previous duels with
And held it up to you
I saw that reflection in the knife
And what I saw
What I saw
Was us together
With all those happy moments
They blew by
And kissed my
I'm not good I don't feel good at all
Please don't go
I still need you in my life
I'm sorry I couldn't know
You would kill you with that knife
Blessed in holy water, the sin of Holy Father
Have you ever smelled bless that smells atmonic Vodka
11 AM in the morning and you can't get it off ya
to the water's edge, I was hoping you'd pass by
I've been checking out the little boats and the way the seagulls fly
Left my lover's bed this morning at a quarter
We gon fuck all night
In the morning fight
Hope for better times
With you by my side
You just love to hate
Girl I'm not surprised
Out my fucking life
on a check)
You’ll know if it’s real if she do more than a good morning text
Some breakfast in bed, panties to the side, wake up with some morning sex
Even out
to sin
Hard days long nights
2 hours of sleep
Turn that to 2x3 plus 50 hours of work in a week
Who is she paying to get by
How can you get by when you
the tyrants maze, fire will fry ya' in my iron cage
my violent lions have been enraged
by violins and sirens that thunder from center stage
slicing throats,
Level One - The Advices
Every step you take
Without truth - Make
Every heart that beats
A solitary drop of dew in a voiceless morning
And if I
'till quarter to three, would you lock the door?
Will you still need me, will you still feed me, when I'm sixty-four?
You'll be older, too.
Aaah, and if
till quarter to three
Would you lock the door,
Will you still need me, will you still feed me,
When I'm sixty-four.
You'll be older too,
And if you
Sometimes I wake up in the morning
And it cuts me like a knife
I come face-to-face with my longing
For another world, another life
And a time that
says here that cats are on the upgrade (upgrade?)
Hipgrave, downgrades are rare, it's got that fat and old cat
In the clear white circles of morning
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