Lyrics:
know it ain't right
To sit around all night and let your memory
Get the best of me
I could dig a hole and crawl inside
Where the hurt won't show
Experience these things
My chest digs further in and it gets hard to breathe
Don't fight it
Make this easy
Sometimes I wish I had wings
Fly
pricks who went into heaven
Nightmare
We ride for miles and miles
Following the howling of our prey
Out there
Reload our yellow rigs
Scrambling for
Du är jävligt out of place som Luddes fucking corrason
Sätt dig på mitt finger och rotera med en gång
Inte någon mi amor dethär är ingen kärleks sång
See that girl
Watch that scene
Dig in the dancing queen
You're a teaser, you turn 'em on
Leave 'em burning and then you're gone
Looking out for
to a better you do better gettin' yo ass
Out off up in that coupe bitch, see your ass on that new
Leather and re-coupe bitch
It's only me you bitch on our
She's feeling like her inner world is turning inside out
Always feeling like her voice is lost within the crowd
Even though her smile can't hide
When I was lost, you lit a path
When I was broken, you restored
When I was all alone and out of hope
You came and picked me up
So draw me into You
put your hands on my body, you keep touching me
But you don't feel me, feel the real me
Please dig deeper, deeper
The thing between us, out of control
There's a looming darkness that I can't shake
Like searching light in a sunken cave
Following close but just out of reach
Keeping me weary but I
I'm done being distracted
I'm getting out of the clouds
I got all these emotions
In motion
I need them to stop
I thought I buried my habits
But
My eyes have been magnetized
First time and I don't know how and why
It got stuck, looking towards you
Months passed and I still wander out
The blue
Yeah, yeah, yeah (You dig?)
What? Ooh, yeah, ooh (What?) m-M-Marvy Ayy
Huh, ooh (Dig)
Bitch, I know I'm litty, uh, yeah (Lit, lit)
Check
the clout
It's because I'm coming in like toilet paper is running out
And I'm all about the paper when I'm coming from the heart
I get up in some ass, then
the clout
It's because I'm coming in like toilet paper is running out
And I'm all about the paper when I'm coming from the heart
I get up in some ass, then
You've gotta pick yourself up by the bootstraps
No one's gonna help you out when you fall
You've gotta find a way out of your problems
When you're
in your mouth if you say somethin' slick
You see these shits right here?
I'ma die with these on, dig? Yeah
That's right, and I'ma be up here for
'n' 'em
Barely making it out the magnolia before I'm serving 'em
Niggas talking 'bout taking my paper, won't be the first of 'em
Only receive these
Yeah yeah (yessir)
Bad ass blue division, baby (su-woo)
So crazy around here right now nigga
(Eastside) it's like Kobe and Shaq
(ya dig?) G and Weezy
Dig up the wells my father made
Call them by the same names
His portion was a life of faith
Mine, inheriting grace
Stake out the camp within
Lace up your boots and we'll broom on down
To a knocked out shack on the edge of town
There's an eight beat combo that just won't quit
Keep
Insane
Sipping on a little wickedness
Hey babe can you dig this
I knew that you could
Now we are drunk with power
Join our bloody parade
Break out your
when ya walk outa here
when ya walk out
I gotta fill up that space
or fill up that no-space
I'll fill it up with tears
I'll fill it up with
mouth loud
Hey, hood ina yuh throat
Mi a fuck it out proud set yuh pon yuh back
Yuh foot part like di crowd
Mi a dig it like El Chapo tunnel, oh wow
Mi
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