Lyrics:
Got Lunar Force I'ma kick it
They count my steps like a fitbit
Faded in the back like misfit
Pull up I don’t care about the distance
Shattered feel
THAT'S A DREAM, SUTTIN OUT OF HELLO MAGAZINE
BUSINESS MAKES ME TRAVEL THE CITY, HIT MY HOTEL
AND DROPPED MY BAGS, NO SENSE IN DRAGGING THEM WITH ME
LEFT
dream
Then from the distance I saw a light
Just like a vision breakin' through the night
All I could see was this beautiful sight
It was blondes in
with crash
And I’d love to seeing
An Accomplished way
Since I’ve been on my own distance
Circle astro
Once upon a time
Struggle in the midnight lifestyle
a magazine now it's an issue
Go cry baby here
Go a tissue, and go a tissue
Call me when you get through
Cause I be where the bars is low
Yellow charms
jacket and the back of his trousers, and then he'd look towards the moon. All that distance from the surface he was pinned down on to the surface glowing
You had my heart and we'll never be worlds apart
Maybe in magazines but you'll still be my star
Baby 'cause in the dark, you can't see shiny cars
There's a distance beyond the freeway,
More than pictures in a magazine,
More than tragedy in a rock and roll song.
It's more than actions you know are safe
the hundreds
Driver comin' at me gunnin'
Sirens blarin' in the distance cause the caps are comin'
I spun around and I hit the deck
Heard the bullets whiz
i'm Confident
Friend or foe
I can never tell the difference
Icy heart
I couldn't help but feel the distance
Can't feel a thing at all
I made through it
You had my heart
And we'll never be worlds apart
Maybe in magazines
But you'll still be my star
Baby cause in the Dark
You can see shiny Cars
That's
True West magazine
How they got together the good Lord only knows
But it's not for a man to question a love that's made in heaven
And together they're
Marching in silence one eye on the time,
one eye on the madness around them,
They don't know they're blind,
His mind on the trigger, he picks up a magazine
sour and I've had too much tequila
And I've been with short tempers
And I get behind the sharp knives
I believed the shots in the distance to be
From outer space
I am you
At distances
You're me too
From far away
I assume
Everything
Needs less room
My ribs are turned
Like parentheses
see thought, express thought
Red dot on the plot, marksman operating one shot
On some fifteen global thirteen magazine
Scope rifle with the infra-red
You have my heart and we'll never be worlds apart
May be in magazines but you'll still be my star
Baby 'cause in the dark you can't see shiny cars
stars on the cuffs of your jeans
And he noticed
That you still fill out the quizzes
That they put in those teen magazines
But he kept it all inside
soberiety
Your innocence
Your society, your self your place your distance your space
We want your soul
Here's boy bands here's matters, here's
Creek with a thirty-kid load
And I'd rather be nowhere but here.
I can still smell the sweat, hear the cry of the crowd
And the team on the magazine
creative
Touch a nigga, hectic, with a couple of seconds to bust nigga
From a distance, I could peep a fuck up
You want to have but nuttin but cash
all your natural woes
You are but pawns. You'll take the bait!
It'll catch you like glossy magazines
But on steroids and crack cocaine!
Instant fix
trap, errbody trap
But Errtime I rap, it's a body check
Put your body back in the bodybag
I'm Machine gun with a fully loaded magazine
First page, dead
between the envelopes in their briefcases
At crosswalks, and fruit stands, at laundry mats
Magazine stands, hotdog stands
One-night stands, laundry dumps,
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