Lyrics:
tell, but sometimes you just know
Some say geodes are made from pockets of tears,
Trapped away in small places for years upon years
Pressed down
Masset
It's August 12th, 2016
You've been dead for one month and three days
And we are sleeping in the forest
There is sand still in the blankets from
it's not my fucking problem
These are just songs using lyrics made by a made-up alter ego
That are read off a piece of paper
This alter ego is simply
enough
I pray I can hold the game for as long as you man can hold a grudge
Years went by I know it's fucked, I had to hold it up for mummy on my own
I
familiar
I fell like letting go
And every second that goes by
I'm screaming out for second tries
Said goodbye to my best friend
Sometimes there's no one
screened
Just well schemed
I'm trying to have wealth for
My well being by 18 pockets healthy green
What the fuck is 12 beans?
I need the cake and cream
competition
I can't give my all to a hoe when I know that these bitches birds,
I can't trust no man wit my fate, cause I know that these niggas be herbs.
abuse they heaped upon me made me certain
we were destined to share the stage someday.
Not only are my girls fine singers and dancers,
not only are they
in these streets cousin', every man for themselves)
... when you dealin' with some made men
(You wanna roam in these streets cousin', every man for
on you in seconds
Lil' mama, we can kick it, but I got an important question
Who payin' for them trips, bitch, you work at 7-Eleven
Not me, not me, not me
stripes
In the middle of the night
Seein' fiends smoke pipes
Dub sacks an Coniac
Helps me deal with these phonies
Busters sellin' for G's that I stack
a second, make your DJ look blind
So all you jerry-curl suckers wearin' high-heel boots
Like ballerinas, what I mean is you're a fruit-loop troop
All you
those warm summernights
On the weekend, we would never get enough
Image by image, in my head
My hands are freezin´ my skin is rough
And it´s cold outside
lords?
I don't know
That's so weird, and then the eleventh day
Pipers piping
Pipers piping?
These are, by far, the strangest gifts I have ever received
I
[Juvenile]
I bust you in your motherfuckin mouth for talkin
The beast of beasts is in here, and 1 or us ain't walkin
Hope you got your boys and you
are pretty hot when you mom-talk
Oooohh
So baby keep mom-talking
I'ma keep on walkin like my boots were made for it
Not by choice but that's beside
I killed my mother
With my foul behavior
I may have made her lose her hope
Her hope for me her seed
While I steal her Hope
She instills in ME
Then come take my bed, I'll sleep on the floor
Cause these are the times that friends are for
CHORUS (2x)
I see everybody out here doin' for self
catchin' bodies (crazy)
We ain't 'bout to throw no hands, you know niggas scared to fight (no)
Ain't no mercy for these niggas, bro, they ain't gon' spare
boots I on't feel the chill at all made more off the corner than my music made myself valuable had to show I ain't useless back taken it further where it
Ye shall know them by their fruits
I'm ready to go home and take off these boots
'Cause I'm tired and my feet are sore
I'm taking these bags and I'm
bitch crash his car.
Soul flew out his body.
Tryna spin the block on these niggas,
Catch a double homi.
Two bands stuffed in my jeans,
Walkin' through
to help me hold back these tears
And to bless us for many more years
Love, this second’s better than the one before
This minute's better than the one
what power structure? An international
Western power structure and
I for one will join in with anyone
Don't care what you are as long
As you wanna change
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