Lyrics:
thoughts keep getting packed up
So I write these songs
And I flow these rhymes
Spoiled by the stars
Like I’m their only child
But I’m not though
I live
the homies
Yo we dripping no fear boy i promise
You gon wish you were here by all means
We already grind looka the squad boy
For his glory alone put off
face each consequence from our thoughts
Struck by poverty, certified comfort In trafficking without no remorse
Coding, causing amenities While the python
friends.
The argument’s main point, improvised based only on the feeling of
An emotional man-child, fits neatly there on bumper stickers.
Ahhhh! Oh, it
(*singing*)
[Hook: Shyna - 2x]
I'm writing, a letter
I'm writing, writing a letter to my loved ones
[Trae]
Dear Dinkie, more it what happened
His child can get it talking my shit
Walking up Lennox just cause Malcolm did it
Snoop said no pussy good enough to
Get burnt while I'm in it
These
frames
Chest flames, the hazy weight's connected
To the chest pain, but
I set a time for two ages
To meet the owned and
Try the crop land remanence
Then
wife
When they are finished they look
Like wounds on a hill
Two graves that lay side by side for
My life and my lover to fill
No one should find out
I had through these glass windows
I find myself wanderin all alone
About the ways that yesterday
Changed the path I chose
Oh
[Chorus:]
ain't no
to do with his Pee-Wee Herman
How to survive this World of mackin' by stackin' what he be earnin'
How burnin' bridges ain't smart
No matter how far you go
Changing all around, frenzied by the fire
Blinded by the inner light
Did you lose the way
[Chorus: Repeat 2X]
Disapointment stops by from time to time
To see how im doing
And he came by last night
Right after you left
My life in ruin
When I dont get
equal like dog and owner
annoyed but neutral spend the night
sharing the same bed they did slumber
beneath two blankets ...side by side
It makes no
Is your love
No, I'm not gonna miss this chance
Such a perfect new romance
Mesmerized by just one chance
Girl I'm gonna make you dance
One more wish
in the feds magazine
I'm what y'all haven't seen
I swallow kerosene and piss out gassoline
Strike a match and burn the fucking scene
I'm no joker - I
It's the habitat of the gasmask
Suitcase nukes exploding iPhones
Artificial intelligence to cyborgs
Every man, woman
And child shall be identified
By
18 with a child no doubt
Don't matter ho
Lemme hit it in the bootyhole
But if it be smellin' like fish, bitch
You gots to go!
study every letter
I'm the first draft pick
With the last laugh, bitch
Yeah, I'm angry on the track
But I deserve to be
'Cause all these rappers with no
The evil that people do
Bring it then we see it through three of us
Ain't no one stopping till we
Get a piece of you see you like peekaboo
Your game
I found you in July
Somewhere in the grass
Two headphones, tangled wire
Post punk, post punk
Keeps your feelings mild
Unbothered grown-up child
One
Pondering
Pontificate my work
Stick with words you stick to logos on the shirt
You wonder if it works
I never question me
Guided by
Something finger
and automatically
Hit a bystander, young girl named Amanda
The slugs in her back by this cat buggin no crap
Another rugrat, somebody tell me where the loves
time get the heart of my rhymes, get a nigga get better with time
And wonderin how I'm goin by, can't help it in the heat of the
Heartless hood, it's all
One, two, three, four!
I was kidnapped real young by the sweet taste of love
Built a fondness for things that just weren't good enough
I cradled
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