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I'm watching the cars and
The trucks whizz by
And I thought ten drinks would hold me down
Sort me out
And I thought ten drinks would hold me down
at the world even if it apologized to me (sorry)
You're hearing the last thoughts of a man
About to blow his fucking brains out
Fall back with a blood-stained
(Yeeeah) Karen Son the Album
I ain't got a date but I'm working
I got 'em
Ayo
I got 'em
From the point of no return when they thought it was over
sound
And in a era where they compliment by copying one's talent
Might Lose my head but I could never fall of balance
Im spending bread I'll let you spin
racks
(Why you talking bout racks?)
Because I’m really making racks
20 bucks an hour I give 5 to God
I just 200 on the Autobahn
From the last album took
always told me I'm destined to rise (rise)
This my ascension boy I hope I'm not afraid of heights
While I be chasing supernovas and the brightest lights
me something I don't know
Pull up, I'm rocking pink like a flamingo
Visionary, my future laid out by my hands
Ain't it scary, knowing you'll never
(woo)
Big boy, big boy, yeah, narcotics (narcotics)
Pour me a drink and it's toxic (drank)
New York drippin', it's straight out the faucet (drip)
Pour
you on my level?
Boy nah, nah, nah
I slide in, I slide out, I slide back in, Yah
I been spitting bars
And you know they're on par.
(Verse 2)
Moving
out of it
Pussy suburb boy I don't rap about violence
My ends is the garden
Little flower boy hitting chords like i'm Tyler Okonma's lover boy
Sober
to get rid of all the animosity towards me
That was shown by the other kids, what do I do
And why do everybody want to see a nigga fall
Mama and daddy
(C-Sick)
Uh, soon as you here this verse, I'm out the record deal
They cheated twelve albums, four years, and that's a record still
Head
Ride out, big smoke
Re-up, big dope
Gs up, hoes blow
Freeze up, eyes closed
Ride out, big smoke
Re-up, big dope
Gs up, hoes blow
Freeze up,
got ill and went out in a body bag)
Fear will erupt through the heart of another
The Farmers Crew will never fall, that's word to the mother
Yo, yo
He's doing not much but I stay by his side cause I'm a nasty girl
I rock out this shit I rock out this show
I'm moving my head on the bass
She shaking
want to handle her business
So I guess we'll be back when we finish
I don't want to leave by myself
(Boy, you ain't gotta leave by yoself)
Ooh..
But the old man strongly clung to the wall
Because he was afraid to get out and to fall.
So the spirit touched his heart with its hand.
It took him by
That's my Hater
That's my Hater look
Get up out my face keep it pushing see you later huh
My boy you so sad cause you turned down like a fader
That
roof
Even once had a job pouring tar up on a roof
That boy had it hard no facade its the truth
So now when I Menage and get massaged its the proof
Proofs
(Woo!)
(I don't got no type)
(Ya)
Its the album man
Its the album man
Its the album-man
La-Li-La-Li-La-La-La-La-Laaa
(Scraaw!)
(Screeeze!)
Straight
Elijah Williams, Carlos Franco
Gabriel Ellis shout out to all my niggas
In Paris and New Jersey
Aight, I gotta go work back on my album
It's classic,
nigga lookin' pissed off
I got her tryna make her way up out the friendzone
We got 'em tryna guess the album next zip code
Oh, I been on
Promise boy I
the way we do yeah
I'm back on my grind
Clocked out this album I don't need more time
Had to go push it cause I'm getting mine
They wanna stop me they
It's not usual, the game be, all up on some South shit
Straight west coasting, you can tell by my outfit
Red 'nati fitted, "Blood in, Blood out
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