Lyrics:
through the foaming soap
To pilot my boat amid the ever-moving slopes
I carried the car keys in a bucket of tar
Constructing highway systems from a spool
Cinco años gone by since 2015
Before I skipped town, wrote her out and chased my dream
I was living good, no worries beside my bedside
Now I stay up
Before I check the mic (check, check, one, two)
I give it an extra swipe with a Lysol disinfectant wipe (good evening)
Coronavirus in effect
and over
Climbing a slippery slope, leaning on hope
Grab my winter coat
Fucking winter ain't no joke
Choking on tears that are
Freezing in the cold
I'm
fuckin' the world, I'm boutta make it cum in three strokes
Beat Rose
Boy you must be snortin' ski slopes
All black everything the attire
Funeral service
most of y'all really ain't
About what u really say
I do this like everyday
Go hard in the fucking paint
Like white girls hitting the slopes
They higher
and the evening grew dark
Along Whitemans Bridge, and by God in a jiffy
My arms were around her, beyond in the park
And what's that to any man, whether or no
Woah! Yea!
Got my flow yea!
Got a skateboard
Hittin' the park with my friends
Oh! This is a
Little bit different (little bit)
Got the isolation
hearts
And stolen them away
Stolen them away
Stolen them away
You stood back to back on the slopes of Iztaccíhuatl
And by the evening, some of you had
One time in London I gone out for a walk
Past the place called Hyde Park where people talk
About all kinds of different gods they have their point
would have too, if you'd been there; it was a figure I'd glimpsed in a car park as a child; an expression crossing the face of a stranger late one night
as the blood that travels breath to my brain
On top of the game you say we the same
Look at the grid check ya slopes dawg there's differences is in our planes
I be feelin like the black amy winehouse
Two sticks like im fena do crime now
Gotta get this young bitch out my mind now
Fuck hollywood beam in
But for now I'm just a goon
But that's one of my favorite movies
Grinding in the park Goofy movie
Hopping on the stage
Who dat who he
Stoney
worth keeping
Thought that you were special
My thoughts they were deceiving
Pack my bags this evening
I am fucking leaving
Yeah
Said I am fucking leaving
One evening getting dark
We first met at the park
Just sitting by the fountain all alone
I lifted up my hat
And then began to chat
She said she'd
OGs
Told to me
Taught me the way of the movement
How you gon win when surrounded by losers
Who you lettin' in
Remember fam can abuse you
I was in
You're walking by the park every day at the evening
But you got your guts upside down every single time
Your back is painful, you know you have been
again
I remember how they never did believe in me
I've been lonely for like 20 years believe me
Kept to myself they couldn't stand me
I always knew they
Lying in the park on a beautiful day,
Sunshine in the grass, and the children play.
Siren?s passing, fire engine red,
Someone?s house is burning
Baba-tua-luau, a sweet sixteen (Huh!)
Well, none of them compare to what this is!
The food'll be disgusting, by evening you'll be busting!
There's a party here in
the evening
Movement is godly I'm who they believe in huh
Vibe with me baby I need it
Why don't we ride through a route that is scenic
Baby our bond is as tight
easy.
But still I ache.
Loosely based on fiction, crawling up the walls.
Smashing in the windows, tearing me apart.
Reborn every evening, dead again
an abortion
You niggas want beef, I feed it to you raw in tiny, small portions
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