Lyrics:
the flashing
Four ceiling tiles
Two beads of sweat
Trauma's funny like that
The details it lets you remember in the main event it forces you to forget
I started
Live my life by the V code
Being real is all that i know
Being real is all that i know
(x2)
grammar when I'm injured with a hammer,
But I've a preference for the deference of a metaphor.
I've read the Odyssey by Homer and the Iliad as well,
I
Posters hung on building walls
Of missing faces
Months go by without the calls
The clues, or traces
They're gonna find you, just believe
You're not
flies
Don't understand me im not a new guy
damn look how fast the time done flew by
July
I been through this shit like two times
I bodied that verse in
to be me
You'll never be in doubt
That's what it's all about
You can't take me for granted and smile
Count the days I'm gone
Forget reaching me by
to be me
You'll never be in doubt
That's what it's all about
You can't take me for granted and smile
Count the days I'm gone
Forget reaching me by
clock in and get that 2 Percent of every hundred dollars That customers spend
Lord forgive me for the times that I Been at work
Instead of being at church
one giant leap for mankind."
"It's a free concert from now on."
"We must be in Heaven, man"
"Four persons including two women were shot
a fuck how you get it
Throw up da M, cause I'm coming from Memphis (Yea, yea)
We'll leave da boy missing
NFL by the way that we blitzing
Knock them off if
I'm working a trade
Every Friday I get paid
Looking back at the days
Where I felt lost like a stray
Still have nightmares replaying
Haunted by faces
and to the 4
Got a red cup, droppin’ liquor on the floor
Pass the sticky, we all got some more
Grab the person next to ya, we bout to roar
1, 2, 3 and to the 4
my figures
Now you're missing your missus
Let God be my witness
When I pull up, you know it's litness
You don't wanna miss this
They say I
I get a rush
It's fun to me
Stay with dat drop
Steady running to me
I got it
May-baleen
Ain't missing a beat like
Biz Markie
PTSD
Can't leave my
u,
We saying it to u blatant,
Ten toes down,
My team ain't the ones ta play with
Verse 2 IC J
Boy I'm major in this market
Told them Haters better
a slice I want the whole of the ting
Real talk man chat crap on the inter see you in person whole different game
Real talk man can’t test my flow I
you off
Broad, with the cause (yeah) bitch on a mission
Keep them niggas by they nuts while you hoes be dick kissin
Missing the game, damn bitch it's
no heart
I'm really traumatised
My demons they come out at night
But there gone by the morning time
I've seen a real
Turn to a snake for change
That
Stop it
I can't breathe or reach my skittles swinging at the playground playing with my new toy
Pistol
See, I can't help but to feel like you're missing
little world there's
Population two
What if there's a bigger picture
What if I'm missing out
What if there's a greater purpose
I could be living
in the eye
Oh how many times have I just passed her by
I gave her some money then I drove on through
In my own little world there's
Population two
your crowd) We layin down tighter than plaques
When I blast I wild like them two bitches from Baps
Yo, the Hong Kong Fooey, human tornado like Rudy
I'm living my life for how it is
Missing you in the moment
Without all the rules to the game (Rules to the game)
'Cause I've never played by the rules
You spend so much time
Missing a person that left you nearly two years ago
Where does it get you
You think you cross her mind
You think she talks out
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