Lyrics:
in my land
[Chorus: x2]
What goes around comes around, the tables turns
It's the Shadow of your death come back I'm gonna burn
You slip away slow
Tables turn, the lanes switch
Was bummy
Now the same bitches who curved me back in passing drippin’
DND, I’m past these bitches
Escalade gon’ pull up, park
Ceux qui veulent clash sont fous, doivent fumer du crack
Je crache ma couleur dans ta radio comme dans une babtou
Pose mes boules sur la table, les
foolish things remind me of you
First daffodils and long excited cables
And candle lights on little corner tables
And still my heart has wings
These
don't make a sound
You hate it when I whisper?
Muthafucka can you hear me now?
Scoot over at the table
Don't you know we gotta eat too?
We ain't asking
foolish things remind me of you
First daffodils and long excited cables
And candle lights on little corner tables
And still my heart has wings
These
on the table, (?)
Nah me and you we're not faithful
'Cause I don't like you, I don't rate you
I fucking hate you, so fuck you
I don't like you, I don't rate
khaliss, c't'été
Soir-ce j'suis khari, pété
La table d'à côté veut tester
Raz-de-marée j'fais tout sauter
Y a pas d'garage
Y a pas d'garage
Y a pas
evening we bust
Appears unstable and under the table
We like free speech but we love free cable
We're taught from the cradle, the Bill Gates fable
Which
Sold out Munich night I realized you ain’t being faithful, that’s my job the shit I do to put food on our table, on the road a couple months staying true
de bagra sur Inst-haram
Attire que par les voyous, les hagar
Bouteilles sur la table c'est inévitable
En boîte elles font les stars, elles font des
It's time to get everybody back on the dance floor
We need to move all these tables and chairs
‘Cause this ain't no damn lounge
It's a club. Check it
foolish things remind me of you
First daffodils and long excited cables
And candle lights on little corner tables
And still my heart has wings
These
on my fork, the other one under the table
I gotta eat with this bitch on me (I gotta eat with this bitch on me)
ficelles
Les mêmes raclo qui demandent des chromes
Toujours les mêmes racli michto dans les boites
A côté des carré, à côté des tables
Qui cherche un boug
feed gi' you bere bite
Them friendship ah silicone, fake like
Oh God
Weh coulda cause all ah this? (Wah?)
Round table talk like them write all mi
foolish things remind me of you
First daffodils and long excited cables
And candle lights on little corner tables
And still my heart has wings
These
land
What goes around comes around, the tables turns
It's the Shadow of your death come back I'm gonna burn
You slip away slow but I won't it go,
who was in a
They seen you on the table bustin raps for extra dinner
Ya fake like the rest of them punk mothafuckas
that surround you, watch when I find
these labels, all these fables, all these
Cain and fuckin' Abels
All you bottom feeding bitches stealin'
Scraps from under tables
Y'all really didn't
They only celebrate you when you bring food to the table(talk to em yeah)
Fake love at all times, how that's why my heart disabled (talk to em yeah)
on the table
It's gettin' hard this holdin' back, you know what I mean
I'm sure you'll understand my point of view, we know each other mentally
You've gotta know
the hustle pays me
Table dun turned
Now we switching sides
Pop up now they thinking twice
Looked down on me
Now they turn dem eyes
Drop offs got them
And she's table for the family plus the bottles, they so proud
These lil' niggas acting out, they got me packing now, blwoah
'Fore I put my jacket down, I
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