Lyrics:
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Million Pieces (Kissin' Your Cares Goodbye)
They all
taste the fresh air, ride on some jet skis, touching on my body tryna caress me, my life a movie you can sell it on a dvd
I ain't acting tho, she know
show love
So my dick you ain't gotta ride it
Imma real king I strive to be
Cut you off if you lie to me
No thug nigga
No drug dealer
So humbly I supply
all nice, but they don't make sense,
I've never seen your face, but you wanna shake hands
it's all good, got nothing but love for fans.
Y'all like
the ground and crawl to the dresser
Alcohol on my breath as I reach for the Scope
I'm blackin' out, I'm all out of meds
With them benzodiazepines gone
Now
[chorus]
I've never had love for the feds,
But I've always had love my slum,
I'm addicted to these streets like a mum is to her kids
So all my people
could put you up and take you out and go from there
She wanna go to Buffalo, she know I'm buzzin' there
Missed calls, I'm up in the air
She was
a lie we cannot feed the mind seeking our sorrow
Seeking a friend, but they tend to bounce
So I say, fuck it, air my grievances out
Y'all eager for
the streets
Street Iove but no love from the streets
It's Cold out Keep an FN for Heat
These hoes out trying to fuck over me
I know not to give a fuck bout
I have been all by myself talking with ego and pride
Go and put God on the shelf thinking that I can survive
Fuck all these cards I've been swear
drinking from the bottle
You took my heart, and you held it in your mouth
And,
With the word, all my love came rushing out
And,
Every whisper, it's
love me
Oh how I love the positive cheer
Love ringing all through the air
No extra worries or cares
Oh how I spend my special time with family
fake
Lil' bitch say she love me say I'm top of ranks
That lil' pussy wetter than a fuckin' lake
Say lil' bitch we balling we going out of state
Don't
Game would say
"Hi!"s name in that manner
Many years went by
Still no legitimate answer
Anyway, I put out a mixtape in 12th grade
Hub City threat, minor
we’re left to bare
All the damages caused by this love in the air
Did I say love? I meant to say hate
There’s a fine line between but it's an endless
full drunkards who wanna get away from the life
Over crowded hospitals, low supply, no medical attention
And yeah they get mentioned
They always show
part
Walking mistake
But just know I got a good heart
My only motive is supply & demand
I'm tell my ppl you gotta get it how you can
I live by it
Not
imagine if it all gets down
Have you paid respect and gave them love?
Have you made the memories and put them all above?
No money can replace what now
frontin', tossin' they little watches
Cris? I pops it. Fuckin' a nigga topless
Cats? I fouls on. Hoes? I styles on, nigga
Wear why'all out then air
the holier than thou art
I'll take all your sins and turn em into street art
Helicopter moms fake love no hugs
Who turn their kids into dumb blond trust fund
to the top, and I’m still all alone
I’m the king of the castle, I sit on a throne
Sit back and relax, pour up some Petrone
My niggas support me, I can’t love
This goes out
To everyone all over the world
I want to give you some hope
In the midst of your crisis
No matter if you're in Africa, Europe
China
even mentioned by all these fuckin' beginners?
I'm so appalled, I might buy the mall
Just to show niggas how much more I have in store
I'm fresher
grinding, I love the money
I got all my money, to make em say you dummy
Got it have it right
When ya come to the store
I got Xan bars and X', I got lean
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