Lyrics:
wanna ride or die na na na na na na na na yo
I'm driving down 35, usually don't drink and drive
My adrenaline is rushin-, I got a cop by my side
Stop
Makin' money, he go broke, then he go rob niggas too
But it's cool, I'm smooth, pass her to another dude
That nigga was so pressed, I came back 'cause I
you had your ways
Nine, to make our world
Eight, a better place
Six, for us to live
Was when our fairytale came to an end
Your fine ideas
broke the damn ice
Would have done it sooner had I knew you were intrigued by me
Had no idea kept making these excuses
Now you're mine and I'm gon' prove
that's just how it is
but I'ma do music and love it because I say screw the biz
How my visions distorted, my ideas never exported
I was following
of ideas, I got tons of them
Fear is on the rise and rules are by my side
Music goes world, worldwide
I'm gonna make my style
I'm gonna make my style
starts to blow
'Cause I thought I'd be better off all by myself
But I ain't sleeping, barely breathing in my living hell
I was lonely then, you should
That we ain't seen the worst of this heat
Police sergeant come by to call
Shot seventeen holes in the wall
Got mud on the rug in the hall
And said
serious? Your Mum)
I ain't answering anymore of your questions,
You know what? I have a question
Who's idea was it to get in the charts,
By rhyming
the adverse outlook of this faith
Assassins of this justice to be ripped of skin
Self-obsessed moral arrogance
Tyrant goals of these chained ideas
wales
Suicide's a good idea to improve vinyl sales
It's useless, it's crap, I'll never be in the sun
How can I be a pop star when I can't buy a gun?
nowhere, baby
But we should be goin' nowhere fast
It's so much better goin' nowhere fast
Ah
Stalkin' in the shadows by the light of the moon
It's like
your niggas with you
Battle on the cordless, but die by a handgun
Deleting violators until there aren't any reamaining
Oh yes the battle begins ?
?
not to be another way
You tell me why
Why
Why
Stay and follow
If the words are hollow
Gotta' go along
'Cause it's all you got
Each day
By listening to what other people say
You've got to let originality be your inspiration
You know plagiarism is a crime
(Dexter!)
Even if it turns out
Broken arms, I would hold you
Even if I had broken arms.
Can you make a tourniquet for a broken heart?
A bad idea?
Well I suppose it's up to me
a class of my own
And still throw the great curve
The great curves of a poet
Is to run short on ideas
Works twice like two-way mirrors
My advice
a nightmare?
Or is it a competition and if it is what if we don't fight fair
What's bald in the morning but in the evening has white hairs?
What's the cause
Those first steps that I can't calculate
I need some more of you to take me over
I've no idea 'cause
I can't calculate
How to start again
How
Don't speak, sit and listen
You can whisper, don't don't shout
They say don't fight it
'Cause you won't beat it
So check you're thinking
back ten times over
Watchin your back becomes a 9 to 5 to survive
Gettin drunk is a mistake, you gotta stay sober
Cause the, blink of an eye is all it
with
Rain
And if I went for a walk I;d get my head kicked in
'cause looking like apunk is some fucking sin
Chorus
All this boredom all this drink
All
And this blunt is for Ms. Valle and by the way we spill that liquor out
Sir I need a order of sum blues and you can keep the clout
It was hard it’s
just grab the bong you left and take a hundred hits
Pass out and maybe be yellow, kinda green
Getting stoned all by my own never was a good idea
Cause I
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