Lyrics:
lounge
Tryna make the fun count like the suns out
Real to the soil I can never fund clout
Guys move rub out, fickle and done out
Ain't on nothing tryna
Yup
Listen up
I'm going to say it one time for you
Eight oh eight bumping
Trap stunting
Little birds in the back
But they keep coming
Wow
She
Did I
fucking grown now i was a little-ass
Kid in 2009 i've figured shit out
– well not figured shit out that's
Ridiculous not in some pretentious way
Just
surrounded by the colours of the city
I'm so tired of all this talk about indie
Cuz I live by the CN Tower on front street
Watch my petals grow from concrete
da bad guy Billie Eilish
Can't be good cuz in my hood dem da niggaz datz really dying
To live it's like you gotta do sumn illegal rap invest in stock
clips we gone act us a fool(full) bout it
Mmmm nigga whats that bout
You crashed just by taking that route
Mmmm shoulda watched yo mouth
You dead on yo
(Brrd)
You both don't have a ballsack (Yah)
Problems are dealt with by your self
Don't need your dad to give you help
Play your cards and get what's dealt
night
I woke up in Johnny's room mama
Standing right there by his bed
With my hands around his throat mama
Wishing both of us were dead
You think
The Little Daddy Shane
[Little Daddy Shane]
The mic is all mine
MC's crawl by when they see this tall guy
Six foot three huh, nobody's small fry
'bout last night
I woke up in Johnny's room, mama
Standing right there by his bed
With my hands around his throat, mama
Wishing both of us were dead
'bout last night
I woke up in Johnny's room mama
Standing right there by his bed
With my hands around his throat mama
Wishing both of us were dead
meet them someday
Little does he know he lives with the real thing
He don't wear a cape or wear a mask
No superpowers, not dressed in black
He's just
was
And still by her side the first guy stayed
Head gettin' more fucked by the day
He stuck it out for nine months I don't know why
And then
you-
Princeton:
You see?!
You're a little bit racist.
Kate Monster:
Well, you're a little bit too.
Princeton:
I guess we're both a little bit racist.
acting like they ain't live
I'mma bring the can, yeah we run up on ya man
Yea I gotta different name that I call for both pistols
Everybody looking for em,
ain't never offered her no drink (no drink)
But I admit that she asked me, can I get a little Hennessy? (Yeah)
Then we both turned off our phones, we
an all seeing eye
CIA and Google maps they're both tied together in a partnership
Lets be real Google is a CIA asset is anyone even surprised by that
I
become their lives.
The television has so dampened people's anger.
The population is mesmerised by the flickering screen
And the streets, where
with that
I'd never make you feel like that, cause
I love me
I love me enough for the both of us
That's why you trust me
I know you been through more
starting to like, I'm Isolated
And it is by no fault but my own, untill a nigga pass
'Cause nice guys live hope in but always finish last
interviewing people live from the street on the show a little bit later.
Yesterdays loser was Johnny. Johnny, listen up. You have been a bad boy. I don't
Stay, stay a little while, child
Baby, why don't you
We on the low mating, infiltrating, negotiating
We both be making moves and dough, M.O.'s
Who get run over by a bus drive by a guy
Who smokes three and a half packs a day
"Sorry officer, I didn't see him, I was too busy smoking!"
say blessing
Because the world we live in
It is no longer common
For a black boy to live that long
Not when you have cops
Killing young black men
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