Lyrics:
niggas just got through burnin a twamp sack
I'm rollin around high as fuck gurpin off some right
I hit the liquor store to get a 40 of St. Ides
Forty
[ti:Someone to Love]
[ar:KELLA ARMITAGE]
[al:Someone to Love]
[by:Solarstorm]
[00:29.70]You were my safe space
[00:33.02]You were the shelter when I
far gone
So many years have passed by since I last saw my mom
I could blame my faults on that
Maybe it's an excuse
But how the fuck would you feel if
a jug
Not in one place i move
Far from misleading
I don't like confusion
I act the way I act cause I don't need you
Ima play the game how the game go
or dying
And I won't hesitate to blaze the iron
You cocksuckers is chillin' with a ragin' lion
I see them dudes every day, when I'm racin' by 'em
uneven and guest to my own eyes, owl eyes
That can't see too far, 'cause I have cornucopia of myopia scar
Utopian star heals and kills dystopian scar by
this place, I'm sending pestilence
So hear what I say, let my people go
(Pharaoh, let my people go!")
Turning water into blood, I'm sending frogs
they said I can't
Got high and got on the plane
And brought all my niggas when they said I can't
Went shopping places they said I can't
Bought some
by any means
Take it to a place they ain't ever seen
Go
Tunnel vision
Hunger driven, I wanna get it
Summer sprint, I'm running til everything that I
REFEREE:
57. Evans requires 40.
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figure it out
Devil wanna take my soul
Walking down a broken road
I been trynna cope wit the lows
Fuck it now I gotta set the tone
People waiting on that
what sets the stage, presenting a story of coming-of-age
They call me Lil N8, and plenty of names
I wanna tell you about me and the things I became
Don't
shit.
(Yea that Fourth Kind well they ain’t shit)
And now you’re stuck in my spaceship!
(Hook)
I feel out of place, (outer space)
I’m from outer space,
increased
And that's the opposite of what he said last night
It gets so tough to understand this stuff, I don't really want to bother anymore
But by
gotta beat 'em stupid
Only got forty-one seconds just to give a nigga shit
Every second bitch I gotta use it
Some wet a nigga bluer and I cannot
Grab
the friction from my scripting can set flames
To the dripping can't contain it
The ink is gasoline and so I blaze it
This is just a gift for dedication prayer
style shot ya knot like a stun gun
I'm hectic, I wreck it with the quickness
Set it on the microphone, and competition get blown
By this nasty-ass
as we chillin
And lets keep it hot like an iron on a skillet
I don't need nobody, except the food on my plate
So pass the fucking 40, cuz that's a family
of they're place (just things out of they're place)
I come from a place where every telephone
Is coded by sweat tears and laughs
I come from a place where
satisfaction guaranteed, (just call me) i'll give you what you need (X2)
[SHORT]
My plane touches down at eleven forty-five
I'm comin thru, want you bout
These veterans is slipping, they ain't doing it the same
I don't slip, set a pick and put a shooter in your lane
Precise, 'bout shoot them at the range
me now tell me true
Tell me what you want to do
Are we gonna go on one by one or do we go two by two
(Chorus)
I need a place to lay my head
give 'em life so them gang signs turn to prayer hands
I come from a dark place, I'll never be there again
Double G's on everything, Gucci my headband
Of a case of that 40 year old man
Collins khosa, who was allagedly
Beaten to death, by members of the
South African national defense force
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