Lyrics:
molesters
I'm sick of this bullshit, I'm Shaggs the Clown
We cuttin' craniums off then drag em around
You know me, when I drive by, mumbling sparks
In
I'm drunk off the liquor
Smokin' funk by the boxes, packin' Glocks is
Natural to eat you niggas like chocolates
The funk baby
(I live for
I'm drunk off the liquor
Smokin' funk by the boxes, packin' Glocks is
Natural to eat you niggas like chocolates
The funk baby
(I live for
the basics, never recognizing any faces, crawling out from under living layers, squinting in the light of earth, bathing, shaking off the weight of expectation,
eye
Games begin, blood, dread and sin
I'm crawlin soft
All of a sudden somethin' feels a little off
I nab a nauseating caution
Peddle on exhausted
high school blues
Oh little Judy's trying to watch "top of the pops"
But mum and dad are fighting don't they ever stop
She takes off her coat
there, quite frankly risking it all
A little off the cob, but, saying, why I am happy as a clam
You are?
To know you exist, in any form, any orbit, in my
that would unfold
I stood there, quite frankly risking it all
A little off the cob, but, saying, why I am happy.
You are?
Happy as a clam, to know you
blow off the Ladder
No Back and forthing like a YOYO
I read notifications of Bible verses
Man I'm big on my faith on the Low Low
Really big
Niggas ain't
my dinner plate
We need some boxes and bags a little more room got money all over the place
I got some killers like Tony Montana
We go them choppas
suckas used to be homies
Know you put 'em in chalk
When they see you try to walk the
Other direction and play it off
But I be clean up out that rental with
the ancient fortress
Shelled by a million bullets
From gunners, waiting in the copses
With hearts that threatened to pop their boxes
As we advanced into
die though
In New York, Quad Studios, gettin' high though
Off that sour diesel and that hydro
This nigga take an L every time he go viral
Welcome
Vatos
Threw a punch, got jumped, dusted off and then walked home
Shit, it's like 6 p.m. and his temple throbbing
Hand in the cabinet by seven, sniff
Oh, all black reeboks, got their cool back
What you know about Little Simz?
Not only a little bit
Wanna step up fall back
See the world, I'ma rule
high school blues
Oh little Judy's trying to watch "top of the pops"
But mum and dad are fighting don't they ever stop
She takes off her coat
a little puff.
Nothin' happened right away.
He says "it's alright, it's alright.
It's just a cigarette. I'm goin' for a walk"
And that's what he did,
Eliantte Diamonds hit two hundred in reverse
Give me all that wock take a trip to my earth
Jumping off the jet cause I like how she twerks
Bad bitch walk
Pop a Percy I take off
Swear to God that my shit hard (Percy)
My diamonds go off
I'm cut from a different cloth
I get that drip from my walk (I get that
centipede, it's Dax!
My path's a lonely road, I walk alone
And I keep my eyes closed
I don't fuck wit' you broke hoes
I'd rather jack off inside my home
I can
another place
That I don't care about
Moving in, got my things in boxes on the porch
I'll try to close the circle if you cut me off short
This is
Can find each other in the crowded streets
And the guarded parks
By the rusty fountains and the dusty trees
With the battered barks
And they walk
the sky, it's a universal citizen
Not worried bout the boxes that they made or trying to fit in them
Child of some immigrants, they took a flight of faith
of key
Oh, I'll get by with a little help from my friends
Yes, I'll get high with a little help from my friends
I'm gonna try with a little help from
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