Search results for 'Inter Magazine Distance' Page #9

ima buy one
And you were supposed to be with me
Now I gotta show you love from a distance
I had nothing I gave my all
They never picked up when I called

Potato romp in my life
Nothing can stop them
Oh fuck wait I lied
I'm the only man left in Idaho
And over on the distance over a hill on a
Shepherd

and a day or a few
Oh yeah let's make it a move
To close this distance and gaps between
Ain't no magazine, that can capture the queen
That you are, who are

with distance
We listen to the sounds of our organs
Pushing blood through the veins of our city
Traffic on the 101
And listen to machines tell us
We're

You have my heart, and we'll never be worlds apart
Maybe in magazines, but you'll still be my star
Baby, 'cause in the dark
You can't see shiny cars

coupes up into triple digits
I keep big bullets in the magazine for bigger issues
Won't rock with you when you on earth but when you die they miss you
No

different since my brothers sentence
Heard niggas snitching I aint fucking with em
I keep em at a distance
My nerves be twitching when around you bitches
Cant

some at home but I just need to get out
And the faces stare at me from the cover of every magazine
Like I have something they want, other than just my

of the penitentiary
This corny industry ah have you enemies
Death sentence if you dissing me
Distance myself from niggas
Yeah I be the rebel
I'm in a zone like I'm

money 
Like I'm taking attendance 
Vvs diamond ring 
Now I'm dripping
Pouring promethazine  
Now I'm sipping
30 magazine
Ain't no slipping
Red dot beam

would see
I told her I would take her
Someday her and me

She was more beautiful
Than girls in magazines
She changed her look up often
But always looked

codeine, magazines, and Promethazine got me cloudy
I'm heavy holding, and barely been dodging locks in the county
Before I reached my teen years, found me in

to fill that hole in your heart
Keep living on your knees, live like an open magazine
I won't associate with you (Keep my distance)
Because when I have my

am a loser
I aint no rapper i run a religion
But I aint no closeted faggot like Christians
Use the glizzwald at social distance
That magazine full

distance, enjoy the great views
Don’t read and listen to
Fake Neeeeeeews
Don’t believe everything you read
Fake Neeeeeeews
Don’t jump on the waves that are

march into the wasteland 
Determined to survive

Low on ammunition
A couple magazines
Kill anything that moves
Survive by any means
Moving ever closer

Love bites like you ain't know what bit you
I see you liking his pictures
While you naked in the bed with me
I ain't talking magazines, but girl that's

Haut des dunes à sans cesse aiguiser tes canines
En peine d'adolescence
Comme les gens des magazines
Tu freines et tu relances
A brûler des deux

She came out of nowhere to the city
Looking for the life she'd seen
In some magazine
She turned her back on fear and pity
Thinking of a future
Like

like they matter
Turned 22 and I became a master
Skate, Coast
Cover, Thrasher
Work, Pose
Cover, Magazine
Whip, Pull up
Stretcher, Limousine
Hop out

home gave me some room now
I heard of the man interpreting fragments of dreams
Broke into a sequence of the mind, flipping magazines
Reading from

you my digits, it's just 'cause we've been here kickin'
I don't want no long distance, I ain't here for no commitment)

But I'ma stay where I am

of the penitentiary
This corny industry ah have you enemies
Death sentence if you dissing me
Distance myself from niggas
Yeah i be the rebel
I'm in a zone like I'm

favorite guy's
My boo so bad anything flies
I don't know why they so mad
All my niggas want is loot in a bag
Now my presence is in a magazine
Chilling with