Lyrics:
the sunset
Just me and my lady and we having drunk sex yeah
By the sunset
By the sunset
I might take her out the country put her on a private jet
I think you
I load that Glock (yeah)
Jump stake, I overturn those shots
I was up plenty nights, couldn't close my eyes
I be really on my bully, so I stay
the one to be caught sleeping
By another fool out creeping
While I'm chilling getting sweeted
I'm coming down real shiny like candy paint
'Bout three
won't stop puttin
People in the benny, give a fuck what your mama Say, Mr. Megatint when I want, nah Fuck the other Way, I can hear it, retell me, pop it,
smoking, no beer sold after 12 o'clock
Rosedale Mississippi, Magic City juke joint
Mr. Johnson sings over in a corner by the bar
Sold his soul
smoking, no beer sold after 12 o'clock
Rosedale Mississippi, Magic City juke joint
Mr. Johnson sings over in a corner by the bar
Sold his soul
'll be the best grime artist
Even if I made an album
With a Punjabi hit-squad
Clash me, I'll make you jump like Kris Kross
Make a man know that I'm not
yet they callin' me they nigga
Should I get the A.K. and jump like Jack
Or should I just reanimate the mothafuckin' Fac
My name is Spice 1, but I be
that.
You live in my mind. Who designed that?
I'm intertwined, blind as you walk by.
Now I got what I wanted.
4 O'clock in the morning yawning.
Think
right back, Benny Blanco, that's the coco
Face those demons, you can never outrun me, A shadow, I jump countries, following the sun
What you tryna hide
medallion flashin
(Son, talk your jewels 'fore you jump in the pool)
Aight, do', I stay blacked out by the leaf
'cause I eat to live, not live
saved
Then Ima rock wit you for ages but if not, problem solved
When I carve the dog, like a Chinese eatery
The butcher coming, I ain't talking NYs Benny
I was living on the hill
By the water tower and hiking trails
And when the big one hit I'd have a seat
To watch masters abandon their dogs
to move
Well I'ma make ya move
Tyrese, come on
[Tyrese]
It's about three o'clock in the mornin' (Uh huh)
But the party just really gettin' started
Lay me down in Brooklyn if I lose my life
Push me down the Hudson and turn on the radio
Long Island's own are smiling cause
My soul is fine
I did
should jump on that
She'll make you think that she the wife and that you found the one
But she just looking for some powder, not the talcum one
I'm not
morning anymore,
So I have a diet cola, and another diet cola,
By then I'm feelin' fine, and I'm feelin' pretty sharp,
And I'm feelin' pretty wired
a road
Doubled back
Now I'm home
Trevor passed me the mic
I been haunted in the night
By the ticking of time
When the sands stop falling
Will it be in
Don't ruin us
God said
Roman logic, Greek prophets, and add tutors
Be more youngins, they 12-o-clock, and then jump the scooters
Through
with the nerves all low,
Leave it half an hour and im feeling hollow,
My problems are gone,
Then I blacked out,
Woke up round 4 o’clock,
Nowhere to run
In the morning when I wake up
I want to jump right out of bed
Can't get past my baby
Girl is super bad
Although it's early in the morning
She's bound
me
Hate my lifestyle? then get missing
Pull up in the trap and I'm gone off a benny
Pull up to the crib and brought Ku with me
Nigga tryna press me?
(rah, rah, rah, rah)
(Rah, rah, rah, rah)
By the end of the year, don't you be surprised
When I take over the game and you can see it's mine (you see
to bubble up
Weathermen huddle up
Today, the son of one too many 'yes sir's kings his checkers, watch the double jump
Back with a platter of hot leeches
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