Lyrics:
freakin' by a garbage can
The next young freak, I met was Red
I took her to my house and she gave me head
She like blowin' dicks, is all she said
Baby, won't you come my way?
Got something I want to say
Cannot keep you out my brain
But first off I'mma start by saying this, ay
All headshots if
Baby, won't you come my way?
Got something I want to say
Cannot keep you out my brain
But first off I'mma start by saying this, ay
All headshots if
lose respect for yourself, no
Sweet young thing, no, don't lose your head
Or by the time you're seventeen you'll be waking every morning
With
rappers spit nice
Goin' hard in the paint, you just get by
See me get high puffer light Mr. Molly
Hittin' switches in the low-low will bruise a Harley
and froze in the face of disaster
And stood silent while terrorization took hostage of the world
In a mire of hypocrisy, the UN ignored sex crimes by its
Little pink dress, hanging by her knees
Just overhead on the old trapeze
In the old tent tonight, spotlight going round
One of these nights the old
Just be easy nigga chill
Nothing like the ones you tend to see
Bet they gone remember me
When it comes to greatest
Like the Beatles how I let it be
If
judging by the cover or the color or the race
Or the race
Or the race
Or the race
Some people like to settle
Others want the chase
Want the chase
Want
It's obvious to me that we're destructive
We're part of nature, not above it
Hate it or love it
We're trying to survive by taking innocent lives
But
couldn't find it
I kept looking
30 - 40 minutes went by
I'm still lookin
Failed mission only time
I'm grumpy looking
Cannabis zen, vegan cooking
doing me yo, feel
Like the one and I'm Neo, but uhh
Sorry for the ego, tell it what it
Be though, a slight weirdo, grown on
Gambino, and the Beatles
I never thought that I'd travel the world
Drink a beer with The Beatles
Or eat pasta in Rome
I never thought I'd sing an Abba song in Sweden
And I
that
Do as I say not as I do
But the kids got a tablet by the age of two
It's not new just an update
It's okay to make mistakes
That's human
I
coming out of your throat
Hello? I
Normally fall short
Cause my wealth is poor
But I
Would still like
To be By your side
How short am I?
Falling well below
long
I got O's like the
Circles on a damn stove
Imma hot boy
Catch me cookin by the stove
Weighing up bells
Rockin V lone
You a weak nigga
And I'm
you been bitch and a emo
You took that L in all black I wear more black than the beatles
If the cartel was with you them niggas still would've beat you
The perpetuated post war rise brought a social class arpeggio
And they all had tv stations and Jocelyn had a radio.
The Beatles, Dylan and the Rolling Stones,
God is a Concept by which
we measure our pain
I'll say it again
God is a Concept by which
we measure our pain
I don't believe in magic
I don't
I'm praying to you Jesus deliver me from evil
Polices trying to get me, protect me from them people
Tempted by easy money, by easy, I mean illegal
to reach the longevity of The Beatles
By leaving a legacy for the people
Hey
You gotta walk tall
Till your feet are numb
March to the beat
Of your own drum
The Beatles by myself
I can see
How this seems
I'm so focused on my studies
And I don't really often go to parties
I don't often go to parties
I can't take
Relationship are hard to come by
Now I hate that I even said hi
Was showing love I was wasting my time
Y’all was hating scrolling through my timeline
listen to that digital stuff
I told her I'm not really into that new thing
I prefer old music and vintage things
Im more of a Beatles guy myself and i
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