Lyrics:
to the ceiling
Then I feel my soul start leaving
Like an old man's hair receding
I'm pleading, "Please, oh please!"
On my knees repeatedly asking
Why it's got
Oh, give the drummer some yea, yea
Let's peruse the essentials of Cool
A brief study on the things so instrumental to Lu
That make me feel flyer
Man I put that on Texas
The way I'm coming down
Man I put that on Texas
These Boyz don't play around
Man I put on Texas
We slow it down and chop it
luck but I can't help but feel that I'm blessed
Feel that I'm blessed
We know the game ain't fair but while we play we give it our best
Give it our best
gun, what you gon' do boy?
You betta sit down nigga don't play like that
Betta yet tell ya man to put down the gat
Before it get ugly, I'ma leave ya
stiff and twisted, man
A mother cried, only one way to fix it, man
How long 'fore the people in the street
Get tired of the evil, say, "Fuck that"?
you'll be regretful
Unmarked car in the rearview mirror man this shit suspenseful
You talk shit in your lyrics only bad for the instrumental
This chick
want me to be down
But I just keep goin up
Ima follow my goals and that's sum you can believe man that boy can't flow
Na yeen talkin to me I'm tryna get
like, head shots to the man that's in office
Never fake plot if I planned it, it's flawless
I'm her man, you're abandoned, an orphan
Took her to the sand,
gotta good life but it'd be better with you
Oh hey
I could make you feel loved
I could be the man for you your parents always dream of
Let me be
planning funerals just by the way I'm killing it
On my supervillain shit, now I'm raising panic, and it's marvelous
I'm not the man of steel but I don't
beat it, I'm going accopella
All my life, I was fighting so I could do better
You think I'm gon' let your fist fuck my head up?
Feels good knowing
The BOSS I'm The One That Go Boo They Seeking The Choice cint Got One That's c Fool Man Fuck It They Stupid They Feel Everyone I'm The One That Be Feeling No
to try and criticise they shit
Place and a time
Feel the pace in my rhymes
You can mumble all you want but the GOAT is not defined
By the shit you been
, I'm telling you, boy, I'm telling you (This nigga tripping)
This shit'll have you on the level (Fuck it, gimme one of them motherfuckers there, man
with it by the way
I talk it like I did it 'cause I lived it by the way
Young, the boy might go nuts
Whole sale niggas just like donuts
Creme be crispy
by now
Lay it down, lay it down
Lay it down
V. The Healing Colors Of Sound, Part 2
One man said in sign
Don't you want to feel o.k.?
, right?)
(That's Arizona for you, it's all desert)
You ain't got shit on me
Got the stripes on ya boy
You ain't feel this tee, yeah
You ain't got shit on me
(ooh)
She said Ceretto Moscato
Drillin', I'm all at her mouth wit' it
I bust a nut and she swallowed
Put TYB on my resume
Keep it real, boy, don't
got to Philly, rode on the bus
Greyhound man I heard I had to lay it down
Nigga, in the back cupped up
Up in a fuckin seat
But I knew if I got to Meek
I
various tings
The bullshit is calling, I leave it on ring
Imma keep bringing the heat that they put on repeat and they finally crown me the king
Man done
Yeah, it's real, boy, them Field boys be thug not
You best watch the field tonight, we step into the southern house
Look for field gores in tight
South
It's Da' Durty, Da' Durty, dirty
Da' Durty, boy, it's real in the field
It's Da' Durty, Da' Durty, dirty
The filthy, nasty, dirty South
Feel my
windows, she suck me gentle, I almost crashed over the rental
Since I was the boy, learned fundamentals off instrumentals
Keep your grass low, beware of them
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