Lyrics:
Moronic sentiments are born to be expectorated
Immacualted beauties just a kind of blasphemy
And everything that moves is all the energy for him
comes
Obvious falls kind of short of an actual explanation or a concept
All these words they can't define
Anything is the anything, the anything
Stop
insanity (ee, ee, ee)
Fighting Fantasy, everyone I know is fake
I give everything, and all they do is just take
Stop the your double face act, please for my
to me, please?
Will I wake feeling sad or kind of normal?
I remember 2018, I went through a portal
Everything since then has seemingly changed
Tell me that
showed me family don’t mean nothing
It’s a word now
Y’all use that family s**t for excuse but it don’t amount
Everything fell apart on me but I made it
sippin'it
Puttin' a clip in it
Trimmin' it off the women
I'm swimming
It's odd to me your words are kind of drippin'
I'm trippin'
Your flow's
Puttin' a clip in it
Trimmin' it off the women
I'm swimming
It's odd to me your words are kind of drippin'
I'm trippin'
Your flow's non-existent bitches
from the other side (Eazy)
From the other side (Eazy)
It's easy to say you need me
When you got everything you want
But It's hard for me to believe
on to everything that pass you by
Can't resist, girl, and I can't lie
Now tell if you are here for me
Or everybody watchin' you shake from left to right
The way
D'void of funk so my set don't Slop
I'm kind of Cosmic like Vernon
I rap around the mic like Fuzzy
And like Starchild and Grady
I grab the funk by the neck
pollinated by the "Be"
Pac called it the rose that rose from concrete
How do you define divine that finds street?
"Hip bop," the color of my leaves
Not
kind of felt curious
A character inspired by my brother's life
Winding through the hills
Seeing far behind
On and on we drove
Down narrow streets
kind of felt curious
A character inspired by my brother's life
Winding through the hills
Seeing far behind
On and on we drove
Down narrow streets
kind of sad to see (whoa!)
None of you humans ever want to chase your dreams (why?)
Nothing's stopping you, I know it's hard to believe (what!)
But all
swallowing nonsence tell me
Which out of all these Gods exist?
Everything that you felt gone like that
In the past but you want that life back
On the right
knows my name, yeah
There once was a kid that lived by the lake
Wrote everything he thought down on a page
Nobody understands his state of mind
So he
find
Baby girl I know you'll find
Oh yeah
Certified
Everything that you bring a sight you sure to find
All it is & that you want in me, return in kind
find
Baby girl I know you'll find
Oh yeah
Certified
Everything that you bring a sight you sure to find
All it is & that you want in me, return in kind
a moment where you ever really noticed who I was
You was basing it on everything you see
I would always show that you was dealing with a different kind
find
Baby girl I know you'll find
Oh yeah
Certified
Everything that you bring a sight you sure to find
All it is and that you want in me, return in kind
anything to see
That teenage kind of love
Where everything's in reach
By the time I came around
I could barely find the reasons I had loved you
Won't say you
off-the-rack kind of a track
You forced to rap, remember that? It's that
You know where I'm at, there go the gat
Pass me a bat, the kill-or-be-killed kind
your man baby, take me by the hand
In the cool of the evening when
Everything is getting kind of groovy
You call me up and ask me would I
Like to go
Our lives are not confined to
Time-contrived invisible chains
We are rare and seek the edge
Not here by chance
One of a kind
One of a kind
One of a kind
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