Lyrics:
the name of the creature that's consumed by this rage
They call me Darby
I'm mixing pain pills with Bacardi
They call me darby
I'm selling human meat
by my place
Thick ass bitch, said her name was Grace
She walked in the door workin' lace
You shoulda seen that look that was on my face
She's like
by my place
Thick ass bitch, said her name was Grace
She walked in the door workin' lace
You shoulda seen that look that was on my face
She's like
ways?
Make a nigga wanna take you out your fucking past babe
By the quarter time you a borderline so there's never running back
I'm supporting mines
Way she roll
Make me go
Sit here all alone
Now she on my phone
Talking 'bout "Call me when you home"
Nah bih, leave me 'lone
This time really gone
A man can't step where demands not met
Either cash your cheque or invest in the zone
1-6 is what we call home
Boba Fett how they came with
(skrrt)
Leading my boat El capitan
King of the jungle call me Tarzan (yeah)
Durag on me this ain't a turban (huh)
Scars on my bod now im a titan (let's go)
SEA FEVER
By Eric Brace & John Masefield
I must go down to the sea again,
To the lonely sea and sky,
And all I ask is a tall ship and a star
after Fri- (and them and them)
We like them girls with the (call)
Girls with the- (calling all them girls)
Them girls with the-
(In the whole wide
home
A place where I can roam
I can go be alone
I just need some space
A place where I can face
A place that I call nowhere
No you can not go there
Let
tenderloins
In every rap cat's face, with some ol' flirty shit to say
Need to go home, wash your kids up, and put your tits away
Me and my clique in motion,
Rewind the clip
Yeah, I'll start by taking back
It's Spring of '17
Sitting shotgun there in my car
You said celebrities are sad, no matter how big or small
den, motha fucka spray me den
Where da hell Zone 3, damn there go Big Gee
Homegrown red dirt, watch on head buss
Why home tried us, I'd unside us
Find
Yeah, she trying to head home with the right one
Yeah, she trying to hit it till she go numb
And if you start seeing shadows, baby don’t run
Call me up
the phone
The choppa it clap at his
Face, gotta rearrange bones
He looking like Joan
Wait, who that at the door? Nah, we good
Set up by a whore, he got put up
I don’t feel like this is home no mo, I ain’t
Feelin in my zone no mo, I don’t see no open
Arms I don’t feel like I belong no mo, wanna
Go Somewhere
you double for ransom
And I know that I can be a handful
When she grips my stick by the handle
When I spray her face like a vandal
When her man gets
by the way
I be in my prime by the way
Don't ignore the signs by the way
Ya we gettin' to that peso
Shorty gotta problem told her say it wit her face
be consumed by the doom and the gloom
So I call John cause I know he knows sorrow
He says "I'll be in the city tomorrow"
So I go down and I watch
calling me, calling me home
I hear you calling me, calling me home
I see your face in the windswept sand
Like your hair side-winding through this barren
Just wanna see your face again
Face reality no play pretend, nah
Can I get one call back
Maybe than I can fall back
Just wanna see your face again
an evil plan written by the Illuminati
Long before Adolf Hitler ever changed his name to Liberace
The details are spotty about him and John Gotti
They've
Shawty crunk on the floor wide open
Skeet so much they call her Billy Ocean
Roll like an 18-wheeler
That ho fine, but this ho killer
She's
a season, you'd be late September
It's that feeling I get when I'm with you
That feeling of sadness and pleasure all over
That feeling of coming home forever
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