Lyrics:
FUNDS WIT ME
NIGGc YOUS cN OPTION
I BE UP FRONT LINE cYE
GETTING TO THIS MONEY
BITCH
ITS DEcD TIME FUCK c RED LINE
& IF c NIGGc CROSS THcT IMc
survive
I swore them all to hell no lie
My red roses, turned black in no time
She spoke the words of ride or die
She knows i'm on the move thats right
Skrt
to becoming a ghost?
I've boxed up all the things we bought to take up here and they're just sitting in a room alone
It was pretty easy for me to let go but I
me grieve for the beat before I murder it,
Don't know my name by now?
You shoulda heard of it,
Why? 'cause I'm murdering,
Anybody lurking in
took the road so it's alright by me
Some are survivors, some are debris
If you play in a band that's the road that you take
Living in it, eating in
I’m spilling from this skin
Vacant-faced, you sew me up
You put me back together
[Chorus]
And I spin myself across the room
Pull my limbs apart
In
to the E to the E nigga
New Rolls go vroom nigga
Got a 5 cocked back like boom nigga
Got enough room to fill up a room nigga
And I'm all in these, had 100
any lies
She said all those summer nights
We don’t have to fight
Bent down in my room
Soft as a red rose
You should not be fucking with that lame dick
out mama belly
Red light it cover the room, drank on me sip on it while im performing
I don’t like em under me, she say that im mean but I just ignore
gonna get to squeezin you already know
When it's nighttime we get to creepin
All ice got the room freezin I'm sneezin
Putting in that work and if that
way
Round in circles I'd go
Longing to tell you
But afraid and shy
I'd let my golden chances
Pass me by
Soon you'd leave me
Off you would go
In
in our eyes
Ain't much changed, I still chase Emmylou
Up and down the hall, around the bed in our room
Last night I took her out in a white
and cross my T's
You'll still find em crossin me
Say the name of Oscar Grant
Be in war with a Garand
Say the name of Walter Scott
Came home to a hanging knot
giggles spread infection in the room.
"Stop it! Stop it! Stop!" I said but it seemed to spread and spread.
"Stop it or I won't show you any more!"
"We
as can be
He's outside asking why I made him do what he did
Using a kick to open up the room that I'm in
I'm feeling afraid, barricaded, with a chair in
smoking Marlboro Reds
Over the moon I'll just shoot for the stars
And I don't need a room tonight I think I'll sleep in this bar
My life's a flash in
time with decisions that I’m late with
I
Definitely know by managers I’m hated on
I’m making records in my room
Where there’s not much room for wrecking
flooding the room I’m hot like I got the flu
They like lil p calm down yeah that’s one thang I can’t do
Fresh nigga you can tell by the shoes, stop cappin
I'm praising on your name and its all out for your glory
hung up on the cross and you did it there for me
Came in to the room I was drinkin off a 40
Lieutenant cynic consist of anonymous
All this seems famished
Vanished in gritty streets til'
City seeks, sleep, head, rush
Scope, infra-red touched
Temple's
more smiles come cross my face
(I done drove myself can't get hurt worse by what you say)
Hm
I Got It
Where rocket green and rocket red
In trembling pools of poising light,
With flowers of flame festoon the night.
Ah me! by what dark ways of wrong
I've
the very same room,
And I'm coming for you!
Do you think I'd ever let you
Get away with it, huh?
He swooned in warm maroon.
There's gas in your
wanna fuck in the room
Nigga know im finna die
Glock gon decide bout you
Gotta get mine by you
Always did right by you
Broke my heart let me delete
Tried
.jpg/300px-Christopher_Cross_in_beaumont_ca_(2637703689).jpg "Christopher Cross")
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