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the sweet with the sour, y'know, 'spit to see the shine'
If I could get mine by my own design,
then I'd be doing just fine with gravity at my behind."
the virus through
Arcade, insert-coin, put my life into (Put my life in a tomb)
Red dragon like a Bowser
Spill my last 30 out while I pull my parachute
Whoo
when I whip it,
And I love to whip it,
That's just another digit.
This is my city, in my city ya gotta tote fire.
Over town, they'll bust ya head
when I whip it,
And I love to whip it,
That's just another digit.
This is my city, in my city ya gotta tote fire.
Over town, they'll bust ya head
and walking by the babbling brook
And watching blond haired, blue eyed children setting fire to their books
Yet they say he was a monster, the leader
the money
And if you get lucky my buddy'll cut you loose
As that freak slap with the D-cups so she's hiding up under her titties
It looks like a key
you let your dog lay by the fire on
And your cat he attacks me from his pill-box ledge
And I thought you were my friend too
Man, my shadow comes in
Oh I’m the same buddy, I understand
Every year I’m just feeding the fire
Searing timber and burning hands
But I’m whistling watching you my friend
And declared a declaration
And I don't need no independence
Cause I got the lord by my side
He the head I'm the limb
He say what to do I abide
He woke me up like
and stay out the mix
Bending the block i might bust out a tire
Fucking ya bitch i'm her secret desire
My niggas known to fight fire with fire
Hit from
Fire by my lonely
WASSUP
I'm overflowing come gimmie yo cup
I'm at the place where I'm finally at peace
But I'm still on the edge like I'm off in the cut
Ben, it was so easy that night
You went on about arcade fire
While I realized our time went by too
fast
Ben, how come you never want me
gone?
Will
them bricks I send 'em up
My raps y'all bit 'em up, for that now stick 'em up
Ten Four good buddy Tone got is money up
Worth millions still back your
Never influenced by movements of what the cultures doing
If it ain't congruent wit my dreams I can't get into it
Only time they down with you is if they
I got Dior right on my jeans cost two-thousand just to sit
My grape buddy poured up codeine, cost two-fifty per sip
I got Number Nine on my tee,
Tony Stark
Then shoot a three pointer for glory huh, like it's basketball
Stars hide your fires, let not light see my dark and deep desires
G.H
My eyes they cannot lie.
Feel them search me inside.
I'm wakened by the pain.
It's driving me insane.
Eyes On Fire... let me heal,
A pain no one can
you let your dog lay by the fire on
And your cat he attacks me from his pill-box ledge
And I thought you were my friend too
Man, my shadow comes in
new
It really hurts to be hurt by you
Lost my job to no one
Lost my baby to another man
That's what I get for going to 'Nam
Give my life to my country
possesses a heart of glee
Who could teach me knowledge of fueling the malice deep in my soul
In a rocket lighting the fire to speed and get to the goal
bitch
Cause my life off balance and I had to level it
And I took ya hoe easy she saw you as an enemy
Plus I'm powered up by this big dick energy
Bout
Grinding my time on assignments I'm writing confined to asylums excited to go
Likable psycho ignitable fire flow viable rival arrive on a vital note
I don't
Let me tell ya buddy
Those were the good old days
Those were the good old days
The years go by but the memory stays
And those were the good old
up the gang and they come and get you (gang)
Cry me a river, give you a tissue (hey)
My bitch is bad and boujee (bad)
Cookin' up dope with a Uzi
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