Lyrics:
back in the skull
Rolling when you ride, poppin'
Rolling when you ride, ride the ride
Got one that's straight acting
Turnt out like some dirty
in the park enchanted
By the kids passing by
Actually, yeah I wrote this
In my basement sober
Oh good, a less poetic a lot more Mike Posner
For
stacked down, heavenly guarded by hollow tip slug
Then crack down, on wannabe thugs adapt to gat sound
And bow down, slow the fuck up, see how my foul
didn’t have the ends
I wouldn't have so many imaginary friends
I’m spaced out Dog, I be on that Moon talk
Wonder if God ask Mike how to moon walk
I swear
make room, MAKE ROOM, make room)
You can't stop the shining
Yo, don't slip Mike
You don't want to go there is all, trust me
I know your girl wit you,
I got by
Creflo pray Mike Vick payed bobby brown stray Whitney lost weight
Kimbo Slice on the pad when I write
That Mayweather money looking funny in
out, I'm the C-A-S-A-N, the O-V-A
And the rest is F-L-Y
You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix
And these reasons I'll tell you why
You
make room, MAKE ROOM, make room)
You can't stop the shining
Yo, don't slip Mike
You don't want to go there is all, trust me
I know your girl wit you,
down
I leave you with that jewel
Go get the chain now and put it together
You see coming up
We ain’t have that shit to
Keep our mind focused i love Mike
as in times
of eighty-nine they envision me
Warm days and the cold beer chemistry
Eventually broken up by responsibilities and such
Sometimes this era
Colli park
Who
Mike Jones
Who
Mike Jones
Smurf
You did the fool with this one baby
I got hurricane chris (say girl, say girl)
And right now
got a TEC-9, shooters with me, yellin' "Salam"
Pop on the hook, you're out of your mind, go tell 'em rewind, baow
I been through these hunnid years,
you go inside just to realize
Either you're weak or someone lied
See, you spend more time boasting about
What you do than you do
So by the time your
Out of culture, out of society’s wall
No revolution, got no war
Hear the bells out to call
One by one we’re weak like a broken bone
As one
it from any source I'm really about the business you hating on my wave mind ya business
Smooth killer, glitter like Mike thriller
Got a a feeling that
Strummer said, "The future's unwritten"
Mary leans out of her window to applaud the afternoon
She just feel disgust by those who now clap with a pan
strange, I never seen it's kind
The smell of them vapors be taking my mind
Combined with that melody, them engines be humming
I pick up my mike, I put it
down
Four mikes on stage a motherfuckin four pound
Speakers leakin out sound and niggaz leakin on the ground
I could truely care less the God will get
see the evil in my eyes
Havin Psychopathic thoughts, they think that I'm losin my mind
Bitch I'm fine
I been though a lotta shit
I done tried so hard
HOLD ON!
Music & Lyrics by Mike “Style” Murillo
Verse 1
You say you’ve had enough;
You say that things are tough;
You’re all fed up,
You’re giving
Holy Roller with God on your side,
your redeemer, your strength and your guide
Through the memories which plague all our minds.
You walked in
, Larry
Prowling through the night
Like a bad dream
Stalking out your prey
Hear the victims scream
Driven by the vision
Ruling your domain
swallowed, Imma' make you vomit
Too ill, too real
This is what the truth feels
Like Mike, 23, by the time I'm 23
Imma' have some accolades that blow my
block em out my mind
I'm like forget a hater
If they don't understand my vision
I'm like see you later
Hold up, all I wanna do is run it up
I can't hang
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