Lyrics:
as the sun sank in the west
And I dreamed we were pebbles by the sea
On a blue world spinning through space
In a dark and empty universe
Where solitude
whole through the wall
But since they all lovers, I need more rubbers
And if I don't use rubbers, need more covers
Housekeeping, I mean goddamn
One
to throw a party here in Grand ''Prairie"
I'm bored, 'sittin in the 'classroom chillin
The clock ticks while I'm starin 'at the ceilin
My phone vibrates, I
on his own
For four years been chasing gold
Tryna reach the throne
Like pure cane my game sold
Xbox and O
But old bitches ain't keeping up
You moving too
and all my coaches
"Go back where you came from!"
Scream 70,000 fans
Well, I know I could win their love back
By catching a winning touch-down
arts of devil's and priestess
Thus I shall rule anew through the sinews of a song
Played upon a storm
By the ghosts of Avalon
And all in league will
Gotta get to the new me thru him
Ya
Thank you lord
Gunna find the new me thru you
Yes lord
On the road to Recovery
Bout to take it to another league
Like a college baller, I be going through halfs a week
Half asleep
Pass the league, passing peaks
Pick the lock, grab the key
Piff assault, battery
She don't need no drugs around me cos my energy pure
Anything she going through she come to me for a cure
Cuban hanging off my neck while my head
the car with anything worth saving
A mug and a lamp and a childhood map
My grandma is crying as we pull away
Then drive up the coast and halfway thru
in the same room
Bad bad bad bad bitches all came through
I been in my head alot, I'm fucked up tryna change the mood
I'm in this bih to win or to win,
over in disguise.
Slowly tearing through the mouths of the pure limb over limb
Though the seed's broken through, time has not stilled
A ghost in
When the wind blows through this desert
It moans a desperate howl
A sound to warn of a coming storm
From deep within the ground
Calling out to every
to the league
Ballin' like Messi, I'm keeping it neat (Ball)
Flip through the Word, I got scriptures to read
Going by faith, Ain't no evidence seen
Create
I walk the through the prairie, with the wind on my face
Nature surrounds me, I'm invading her space
I follow the path, as behind me it grows
I'm
through the fire like gold, can't be a rhymestone
We calculate by jubilees, we in a different time zone
Like one, two, three, four, five, knock a demon down
the fuck out my face
It's me and young Bastard we came here to fuck up the place
Ivy league checks like Yale
Check my mail
I spent that shit on myself
I put
not in my league
No competition that I see
No, you niggas cannot compete
Watch how quick I pick up the speed
Burnin' rubber when I leave the lot
I’m
and it came true I was looking up and down the block for a
UPS truck and it came through Man I hate when niggas say they made you
My dawg could've went
the car with anything worth saving
A mug and a lamp and a childhood map
My grandma is crying as we pull away
Then drive up the coast and halfway thru
gon'switch up
Why you gon' switch up when the money came through
When the money came through
Why gon' switch up
Why gon'switch up
Why gon' switch up oo
Why
in the sky, nowhere to run,
Came to the desert, burned by the sun,
Came out of somewhere, I ain't never been back,
All down to bad luck,
King
stepped into a ring of fire
I'm brave to fight with no one by my side
They're hiding and I'm seeking
Cause I jump for what I want
I remember thinking
Don't
Now she fuck with a nigga that play in the league (the league)
I put a hoe through the most (the most)
I make a pretty bitch leave (leave)
I might
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