Lyrics:
open up the gates of hell the division of evil walked out
Fighter by day
Lover by night
Drunkard by choice
Soldier by mistake
We are the unwilling led by
Constant melancholia
A state of utter pain
Hope dying
I’m in a living hell
I know that my birth
Is a laughable accident
I’m unable to taste
lake
Don't get under my peeling skin
'Cos then you'll see the state I'm in
And please don't stand there in my way
Unless you've got something good to say
about your soul
Lord show me love
Show me love
Don't let me see my mate go dey hide
Make you show me love
Don't let me down
When my mate dey spend money
I
(solo)
(verse 3)
Looking through a tinted glass
Makes this world a better place
I’m led by where I want to go
Underneath this same old face
chair tied in a suburban drinkin' burban
I'm only three and gotta chip Motorola
A hoochie babysitter with snitches by the stroller
Lyin cryin
Inspired by true crimes
It's not a game, it's nothing to play with
Turn it off then come back the next day
It's here to stay struggle that is
I'm so
media, state expression and the act of conjuring reclusive extraterrestrial knowledge energetically.” Mate’s head snaps back.
“I’m sorry what is the third
niggaz bitches all the time
Now I'm ridin on twenties wearin nice clothes
But ain't nuttin like pimpin hoes, and ridin Vogues
I live a good life, in my
wouldn't change a minute
I can't slow down inside
Guess that's why I live it
The years of mischief
Followed by weeks of thrift
I land on earth's
down to the station'
'Once upon a time there was a boy called Craig,
Found a dead body on the flats with his mates' [x2]
'Right state your name
yeah
Uh, I go, on and on and on and
Don't take them to the crib unless they bonin'
Easy, call 'em on the phone and
Platinum Chanel cologne and
I
Y
Why
Why be bothered by my righteousness
I'm just tryna live free
Chilling while i'm writting hits
Doing my own thing
As I wonder why I exist
Not
You understand?
"When I get to heaven, I'll see my grandmother there
She'll say 'Great God almighty, here come my child! He must've got here by
No we must see him.
Mandy: Go and praise someone else's brat, go on.
Wise Man 2: We were led by a star.
Mandy: Led by a bottle, more
led by devil's will
I don't give a shit for you
I live in my own world with simple rules
I'm in a good mood
'Cause I'm not thinking like you
That's my
authoring my petition
That I might be lost and blind.
Headed into an extremity that seems uncertain
Unless I rise up, unless I stand up, unless I'm prayed up
I go, on and on and on and
Don't take them to the crib unless they bon'in
Easy, call em on the phone and
Platinum Chanel cologne and
I stay,
like it mate
No excuses I will penetrat even you call this rape
Be ready guard your babe any moment now she will be hooked by my bait
Remember my name
is up - I'm leavin' you haters
Like when shaq left the lakers just to "heat" it up
I state the stats to stunt - I don't need to front
I make history
Felt like I got led on and pushed off a cliff
No, I'm in the wrong, that was a friend
No, fuck that, the energy we had, never again we'll find it
You
other on the other-side of AI
Its a sphere
Not a line
Im tryna send some new signals up n down your spine
I am not
Ruled by fear
Pick out a star,pick
dogs and tear drips
And looks like pantomime and clear bricks
And smells like shotguns and deer piss
They on their hunt, kinda salty that I'm going
jane
Gimme toppy in the range
I'm with my bro
He from the states
And he saying
Sup mate
I'm with my bro
He from the states
And he saying
Sup mate
I'm
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