Lyrics:
plays that Choctaw Bingo every Friday night
You know he had to leave Texas but he won't say why
He owns a quarter section up by Lake Eufaula
Caught
I Keep a Gun
And a knife in my book bag
Run up on deem b
Lil nigga i shoot fast
Play with that money
End up in zip bag
Clutching and dumping
They tag
me that I shine
I spend most my life wandering in a daze
Following the constellations like they'll show the way
Walking 'till it's morning blinded by
a warning
You cant sleep
With out an
Eye open
Or we’re dead by morning
Now it’s time to leave
Say goodbye to the
Leave Illinois May it Rest In Peace
Yes I
to complain), I never complain
When I get up each morning, there's nothing to breathe but air, (Yeah)
(And when I look in the mirror, there's nothing to comb
to complain)
I never complain
When I get up each morning
There's nothing to breathe but air
(Yeah)
(And when I look in the mirror)
(There's nothing to comb but
need
The best things in life never came for free
So I wake up every morning throwing On the jeans
Just to go and get a check by any means
Gotta get
just P-IE
Nah nigga can't sleep on me
Sleep with a knife by your bed
So convinced she got a gun to her head
Only relief is when she's taking the meds
Don't look at me like that
You know I'd twist your knife in my back
If you wanted me to
Don't be a hero now
Her lips were the last on your mouth
What
the opps free all my guys
Pattern up stay organised
Feed the block stay fortified
Whip a 9 thats a quarter fried
Quarter to i just bought a pie
And by
the morning light
I got a half-pint of whiskey and a quarter-tank of gas
White lines in the mirror just can't hide the past
I ain't got no place to go, but I
waiting for bread submission At five in the morning, the radio still going Counting the number of dead
Counting the number of injuries Counting the number
could die morning next
And it ain't shit they do
Knife in my heart
I ain't healing no wounds
Find you a legend when I'm in my tomb
Voices inside and they
Today, we'll start with some exposure and response therapy.
This approach helps us in managing compulsions and obsessions
By gradually exposing you to your
of the predication
The fire alarm, it's hanging glory
The field, of the morning
I am the one
I will die in this hit
One yeah, thrown me
Motherfucking trophey
I can't
Dade County, nigga, mansions up in Tamarac
Never golfin' with the Trumps and I give you my word
Back to comin' out the trunk, chargin' 20 a bird
in my arms.
And I fell for you, doing what you do, quarter to two, walking with you, just me and you
Halfway to blue, happy and new, I will stand by
pay to complain)
I never compain.
When I get up each morning, there's nothing to breathe but air, (Yeah)
(And when I look in the mirror, there's
to complain), I never complain
When I get up each morning, there's nothing to breathe but air, (Yeah)
(And when I look in the mirror, there's nothing to comb
pay to complain)
I never compain.
When I get up each morning, there's nothing to breathe but air, (Yeah)
(And when I look in the mirror, there's
And keep a candle by your bed
For the time is close its almost up
You better travel with a knife and cup
And speak your truth no matter when
Don't hide
see?
On G, do the dougie when the check be clearin'
Quarter tripled, never hit lightly
Swiss army knife, new Clark Kent
Caught smoke in the dark, now I
CLUELESS. HOW YOU FEEL IN TIMES TO KILL WITHOUT YOUR KNIFE.
MEDICINE. KEEP THE DOSAGE MEASUREMENT TO HALF YOUR LIFE.
DETRIMENT. (IS) WHAT WE SETTLE INTO IN
don't worry
If they remember your face, they've forgotten your name by now
Darling, don't worry
If you sleep through tonight, I will get us back home
in
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