Lyrics:
Gold plated, Chrome plated, black painted copper
Stay with heavy metals, but I am not a punk rocker
I'm God's son (he God's son), I'm God's son (he
Less talkin', more in the bank
Bomb weed rolled now I'm pourin' the drink
I don't gotta go to the store, 'cause I'm laced
It ain't even come out
An American Punk, waiting to break away!
YEAH!
Hard to imagine, a chill to the touch.
Recommended the way.
I touched time, and I fell inside.
a program where i'm trapped in
By old heads that gave up and kids stuck being unhappy
And sitting wasting time, while I get these hands to clapping
I'm here
the Galaxy during happy hour
One easy remix at a time!
Nestea backflip
Off the diving board
Strapped into seatbelt
Blast off into space
Plunged into
get deep
Because we're born to die, shed tears and cry
Mom dukes passed away when you was locked up son
They had you, suspended in time so I kick
Que te pasa, you ain't even in my clasa
I'm the wrong one to fuck with
Drive-bys in the truck quick
Fuck you, suck dick, ha
You ain't got no wins in
ya'll with a remix that redefined how I set my stance
So let's dance to the music I'm making
I'm not taking a break, I'm breaking all my personal records,
ya'll with a remix that redefined how I set my stance
So let's dance to the music I'm making
I'm not taking a break I'm breaking all my personal records
to this senseless crime, right place wrong time
Tried as an adult one of them was gonna do hard time
The first day of prison was always the hardest
stalker been in search of meat
That one's also ready to behave a bit more badly
And to stay in this so madly and biting your neck not friendly man
My audio
but I'd be broke
By the punk, I'm opening up my trunk
To reveal debt, living it up my life is like a story
Yelling it, 'cause nobody else is telling
like Aaliyah but your rockin' my boat
So you can take me to a punk rock paradise
Thats about the time I get lost in your eyes
CAUSE I want you, I want
So we party all the god damn time,
Did you they love it when Harley rhymes?
(Shout out to Grimes, I think this is my time)
I’m always feeling
just sit in the cell, over punk as nigga in cells (damn)
All the grief in the cells, spin on shelves, I'm running out of time, cause I'm living in hell
your own skin And pay attention to that voice within
I know that I done cried a million times
But I refuse to shed any more tears It's time to either
to get up on cheese, its just a rap race
One escapes time seems to make
Man worships things over the supreme thing
A stop for lots, should I join
make it up with style on that punk tip
Prove it how I'm moving with the crew, get down to business
Runing laps, avoiding traps, I'm getting lost so pull
to military class
Now your moms gettin sceamed on by your dad
Like we shoulda had a daughter instead of a fag
This the last time im tellin ya I swear its for
Ayy, wait, bit let me go, uh and he's more than brother, that is my little foe
Pass it to my woe, I done had to let me know
Said I wasn't punk, so I
and I don't quit
I get pushed to the limit, and yo that's it
Step by step, I put an end to your fun
Cause I'm the chosen one, yes me my son
A young kid
out / cleanse and recycle a soul every time I shout/ i often see a plethora of poets punk out and pout / I lick their tears by the gout / I'm blessed
you remember I bought you twice
Now I'm thirty plus and still paying the price
Had a sister that I barely knew
Kind of got separated by the age
everlasting, times just passing
Gripping to the fame
The features heaven sent
But I be stuck up in my ways
The Music is the vision
Never blind like a saint
Tryna
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