Lyrics:
seeds I gotta feed with this
They be needing shit, I got ex-wife beef and shit
That's how deep it get
My whole life is real, my whole life is ill
Marching forward, hypocritic
And hypnotic computers
You depend on our protection
Yet you feed us lies from the tablecloth
Here they come
No chance of stopping them now
Trudging forward
On a quest - for human flesh
Panic is a catalyst
They crave limbs - to rip and twist
perfect, violence on the floor
Fast forward, linings on my skull, type of design I could afford
Fast forward, bands out
Got they hands out like they're
story
You read it inna magazine and
Watch it 'pon movie
Mama she a bawl, sure she well hungry
She only have enough money fi
Go feed dem pickney
She send
Africa
Africa
Africa land of the free, the trees, the animals ready to feed
Africa land of the happiness farming the herb and I'm living in freedom
anticipation looking forward
The futures another remenedy seeing choices
Appointed minus the negative being focused
Cuz you know what ima become a whitch making
High stakes in a schizophrenic crisis
Pushed forward by anxieties that drive it
Need a reason need a way need a use
Exhausting the same avenue but I
Eyes forward and my moods pain
You think your Bruce Wayne your on a crusade for loose change
Smooth game I move lanes
I made sure This dudes name
more
Find something more in store
Sick pain and the madness
Left fa 6 years na back in this Bitch
Trynna feed my city wit gods Grace
Hoping heaven save
doing shit just to go post on the gram
cnd They know niggas that been doing shit just so they could feed the fam
cnd I know niggas who work hard everyday
wasted on people that don't deserve it
I'm looking forward, smoking refer
Put dirt up on my name and Imma take you to the cleaners, ey
Riding on the fumes,
MALIK COME GET ME
TRY ME
Yeah ah okay okay okay
Haha yeah yeah les sketit
Let life ambitions feed your hunger
So go grab a plate
We Tryna gravitate
team move forward nigga
Yea, no stress, ignore a nigga
Killing my vibe that's all of the time, won't give them a penny or even a dime
Confined in MySpace
nothing to it
Cause
Tomorrow's not promised
And there's levels like double entendres
Watching what I feed my sub-conscious
It's a slow process through
just feed, feed, feed.
Somewhere deep, in the secret vault, within the heart of Rome -
There lie the answers that we may seek, but we will never know.
(Aye Trizzy this shit hard)
I roll the pain, and smoke that shit away
Only way I'm finna stay sane
Never bite the hand that feed you niggas don't
Might not happen when you want it
It'll happen when you need it
To make your dream grow you gotta water gotta feed it
They ain't believe in you yet
there's nothing to be given
I felt locked inside her prison
I was tryna just feed tinder
So our love could burn
Yeah i'm bitter, what'd you think?
I'd
When I'm down
Keep me up, feed me up, feel me up,
See me up, see this love's serious...
I hold you down
Hit me up, reel me up, beat it up, eat it up,
this shit is hysterical
By my nephews and nieces I will email Jesus
Tell him forward to Moses and cc Allah
Mr. soul survivor does that make me
and eccentric etiquette
Optimism needs to feed off self-esteem
But it seems as if he doesn't see and hasn't felt a thing
Records sell well, but still
this shit is hysterical
By my nephews and nieces I will email Jesus
Tell him forward to Moses and cc Allah
Mr. soul survivor does that make me
Got my mask on, drive the demons out
See my past ghosts, clean the spirits out
Put the chip in, enter the haunted house
Forward crouch stealth mode,
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