Lyrics:
Of a horse or an obelisk
Clenched fist to the arsonist grist for the mill of a pacifist?
Sounds like a job for Sisyphus
'Fraid they'd take it away from
said
Got three mill diamonds that seat on tha dresser
Balling like Kobe I could really impress her
All of this drip bottega venetta
Mixing it up in a cup
Pretty girls, Wlid n Out, Like it's Nick Cannon
Got some Mill's and then bought me a new Cullinan
Gucci and Prada, My mama now proud of me
Got some
on talking all over town
They tell me that that mill is done broke down
What's the matter with the mill?
It done broke down
What's the matter with
Mill in it, I got the bag and I'm feeling it
Mill in it, I got the bag and I'm feeling it
Mill in it, I got the bag and I'm feeling it
Mill in it, I
Grist to the mill
Gall is all I've tasted
Come away, come away
Come away, come away
Come away, come away
All in a good cause
I suppose
'come as you
as a mountain
Neon lights up the hill
Cast no shadow and leave no traces
We are grist for the mill
Hold me control me into the arms we fall
Sugar
It's the age of reason for the anarchist
It's a change of venue for the lobbyist
It's a dream of justice buried in the grist
It's a secret
me
Now I'm living by Sutter's Mill
And it has filled my sweet ol' dreams
There's a legend about Sutter's Mill
All you gotta do is believe
Legend
so you know that it is all mine
I be trill I be trill I be trill
Make a mill Make a mill Make a mill
What's the deal What's the deal What's the deal
the rocks and the scraggly pines. The come in the Spring and they stay 'til the Fall
On Paradise Mountain away from it all.
[Chorus:]
Stubble and stone
Mill)
I'm tryna make me a wait...
They like Norrie boy you gettin' cold
Tell me something that I didn't know
All these niggas wanna switch it up
Only
Quarter mill
Half a mill
Whole mill
Aye
Forty cal
Thirty round
Make that choppa' spray
They aint really from the streets
All they do is play
when fams get laid in a casket
Yo I'm So Mill City everyday of the week
Born and bred up in me tatted on me read it and weep
Ayo I'm So Mill City local
just wanna enjoy it
And all that it come with
But
Nowadays niggas just follow like Twiddle dee
Twiddle dumb if you thought you could rid of me
Riddle me
We'll grind it up the long way
'Fore we do that shit the wrong way
On my hustle like the song say
I'ma stack it up the strong way
One mill', two
heaven or hell, mansion or jail
Keepin it real, two niggaz from the hood makin' mill's
Behind gates, heaven or hell, mansion or jail
Was destined to have
We made a mill off a trap phone
Shawty get me in a mood
Blew a 'hunnid on that ooh
We made a mill off a trap phone
Getting that paper all I do
I told y'all niggas I was comin' back hard, nigga
Oh, you ain't heard this shit since Thug Motivation, nigga, okay
Hey, hey, hey, hey hoes ain't
intentions
Mills, Mills, yo, now I spit it so vicious
Collard greens and some gizzards
Ayy, Mills is chillin', I numb him like penicillin
And summon all of my
Bitch I'm the real deal
My shooters gone kill kill
Labels keep calling my phone
I don't wanna deal still
I need a mill mill
I need a mill mill
Its good for one thing and that's the damage it'll do
It's called the Rumor-mill
The Rumor-mill
If it can be twisted you can be sure that it will
Cause
It don't make me stronger
Grist for the mill she
Won't be around much longer
One can hope
Perchance to dream
It's life inside Ed Munch's Scream
No no
Uh ehehhey ehmm uhhuh
It's okeyy
I want a mill yeah
I wanna a Richard mill
Reach a mill
Mennn I'm hungry
Damnn
I gotta reach a meal
I gotta reach
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