Lyrics:
of grey dirt
4 prophets spread the holy gospel of Gods word
All knowing, all places, intelligent movement
Symbolised as the goat worshipped by his
moved to heaven
He tryna be like everybody but he can't be like me
I know a bitch who hate that red it's the last thing she gone see
First time off molly
but i got this little hunch they're the ones callin the cops four
times last week saying i'm disturbing the peace
cus i was playing my music and they
changes, Can't get you off of my brain
I've been talking to strangers, Calling them by their names
And Jay
I've been going through these Changes, I've been
Human
Distract a class of students
Forbidden Class the fruit we
Planted for our roots
Zoom in
An imperfect world of losers
Broken by the boomers
Claim
a thousand feet of free
Fall and have your splat lapped up by a pack of
Mean dogs 'wow'
But for real who wouldn't sink their teeth into these frauds
Got
and residencies
But the strip was Harvard to me
Where you jobless even tho you got degree
Where you gotta cop the work, but the drama is free
Where living at your
Nothing on me
Can't do nothin like me like me
Imagination don't forget about your inspiration
The music sounds like a Sweet Sensation
Just free yourself
the drink
Just in case you wan start with me
Trust my bros gon ride for me
You might hire some goons but fuck your goons cause they won't ride for free
Trust
Raised by parents that worked on crops
That drop like stocks in Salvador
Born in a city that kills cops and pop one another
Hits the core
In Houston
I woke up from a dream last night
I was dancin' in the shadows
Blinded by the moonlight
Shinin' in my eyes
Well I don't ever wanna leave
Wanna stay
Remix, Free
Remix, Busa Bus
Missy
Lil Scrappy lets go
Hey Shorty
I like the way you ass it up
I'm only whisperin' 'cause I'm just tryin' to fuck
Ooh,
your blocks, in candy blue toys
Talking noise, cause I ain't old enough to drank
But I got mo' cash to last, than your daddy in the bank
I'm top rank,
the trumpet wailed and the walls caved in...
Just west of Eden
Graced by the hours and the mindless traps
In which even the noblest fall
Love's longing
(that you need)
keep it by the zip to the pound to the ki' (to the Ki')
used to grind for days all night (all night)
now I check my boys Bob P
maths double (double)
Like Biggie song, they shot his daughter in the calf muscle
A hundred percent, wasn't the type to half-hustle
Might die for free
fast abrasion
Sifted through your lies, made you my ex like math equation
Now I'm finna flood your world, erase my last creation
Now I'm back up
Inspiration, while certainly a state that can be practiced and multiplied, is by definition
Not a constant resource
Exterior influences are probably
free (cap)
Rather pay the bands and have this shit done, that's hands-free (I dropped a bag on it)
Went from twenty-eight grams to goin' to get a tan
should free us
Grappin' my pistol, like they won't shoot us when they see us
Pull up and push 'em like they won't, they won't beat us
The other half
God's sakes
I ain't sleeping when we're breaking on the edge of a date
Don't you want to make this feeling last a while
You got the money, and I've
take you to Heathrow
All eyes on me It’s just like a free throw bro
I think your girlie wants me to be really by her side
It’s Trybe Records and we way
ideology
What am I doing
Million dollar fuckin question
What am I pursuing
But by this time this life is over
Hope to have an answer
I'm starting something
on snorkeling
Walk by my hotel room door and
I'm sure you hear us bone and probably came the moment
And fuck a maid keeping knocking reorienting
She give me
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