Lyrics:
a longer day
A 15 hour private flight
Champagne, paper planes
'Cause I'm about to pop a xan'
Wake me up when we land
Nothing less than 100 racks up
full it
Death in abundance
The Ls kept coming
Praying to god for something
Tryna rush him
The world is not the same no more at least from my lenses
It
An incredible teacher
She taught me
To show and not tell
That there's always
A better word than
Got or get
She said
I should
Join the school band
The next year
but where you pay the rent
The home of casino 7 hours from Reno
Dealing with problems we know need more than c notes
No more hard liquor I'm only
burning at the stake like
The mistakes on which your premises depend
Nice speech, Rand, if just a bit long
I will admit you write
A decent 3-hour monologue
inside
Barely scraping by like an anchor wrapped around and
Weighing on my mind
Fatigued restless eyes a corpse in disguise(ay)
I've overcome a lot but I
your own savior
I know it's harder than I could ever relay
In a song where it's easy for me to say
I'm learning from the treacherous path though
I'm
the car shows
Broads everywhere
New paper freakin' me off, my workout's mean
Spending hours in the 'cuzzi
Clicking channels on the screen
Miss Chin, full
"Mom, this shirt is plaid with a butterfly collar!"
The next half hour was the same old thing
My mother buying me clothes from 1963
And then she lost
"Mom, this shirt is plaid with a butterfly collar!"
The next half hour was the same old thing
My mother buying me clothes from 1963
And then she lost
allow me to present three themes and observations, I think you’ll find yourself in agreement with me that Risky Business is a film of weight, depth,
sing
About my deep love for stranger things
Yeah, in no rush
But I like martinis espresso
If the liquid is less than 4 standard drinks, throw that shit
worked an 80 hour week
and before studied his ass off to earn three degrees
these celebrities earn millions in the time it takes me to pee
they've got
from that sword of Davis
That kidnap hip hop tracks and the beats in the game of rap
Put my soul in it
Care less about the gold in it
Boom
intellect
I had already been practicing my craft for more than a decade by That point
The coward even uttered a faggot in my direction as Prissy and I Left,
There'll be one less car on the road
There'll be more Ring Dings for me
Fifty or so chickens' lives will be spared
Your fingers won't ever get red from
I know whats on her mind, I'm in it all the time,
On a scale from one to ten she way more than a dime, damn
Mind wandering more places than I could
unnoticed
Swear you niggas is hopeless
I should run a clinic for niggas that think that they're winning
On some coach shit, 50 Ms for a three month road
he seen the worse of a bird
Until he meet a bitch with ways worser than hers
Diamond in the dirt from the earth I emerge
You ain’t got it if it hurt
How the fuck you doing it to me?
How you running over babies and these
Kids that is less than three?
And these women, pure fertile, fruitful
Tryna give
of the bystander effect
Better rush to make the transfer said the strike of the hour
In debt to the strike of the hour at best
This life ain't for everybody you
on the count of three
We gonna bum rush The Tunnel with a pound of weed
Cut the light on, you see it's Brick City in here
Blazin' like Biggie passed us a semi in
Babe come closer
Why are you so far away? I'm cold
Prophecy fulfilled
An addiction to the thrill was overshadowed
By my constant inability to feel
I'm rolling around in the foetal position
Having One long panic attack
There's no way this shit is lasting longer than 3 hours
So I started measuring
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