Lyrics:
will come sooner if I shun inspiration
So I'm creatin' the space
Got to have it in bunches
I write in my head while I'm packin' their lunches
Like
directed by Spike Lee
Ain't got no codeine in my cup
I guess we 'bout to blow trees (huh, woah woah)
No limit like Master P
When I jump on a track, it's
Sotarex on the beat with his head in the clouds
(What?）
Look down
Both feet on the ground (Oh, my God!)
Yo! Sing it loud, huh
安靜一下
安靜一下
我根本不知道
你在想什麼
Sometimes I forget
Sometimes I forget
Not to force it
And that zen is my friend
Zen out my friend
Zen out my friend
When you see me you see him
Zen
of yall
and if ya Immature than Im out the door
I'm on fire gettin head by the
Harlem Boys Choir.
Dreams, dreams, dreams of fucking an R & B dick
(dreams
You know I'd really go too war for the game that I talk. I seen it all just want the peace. I'll take the blame it's my fault. I'm on my lonely in
as he goes
Speaking theories
Nothing comes into my head
Feeling empty no thoughts
Calling out mates and I said
Been long time no see
Pre-chorus
We been furnished the props
Now we out to furnish properties we own
That's right (some) cats might know we ain't home
My throne's threatened by
like
Boom bat bam - hot damn
This has got guts like the rush in the surfer's head
When he's out there starin down a perfect set
The dreams extreme
strings, I wish they was over acoustics
My flow stupid, doofus, I'm the blueprint
The twins is a pair but I'm a 2 for 1
This the moon and the sun, Frank
Satan moves like my Mrs
Man's just on me all of the time
It's arson mode I'm burning bridges
Smoking sorcerer's and witches
Tryna frame me, man's
to Coney Island to try out some of Andy's theories on cutting-edge comedy.
We'd stand around the â??test your strengthâ?? games, the one with the big
drop
Down, high break, free from they Glocks
Make prisoners out in Rikers Island think outside the box
This couldn't have been predicted by the Mayans
I'm feeling his pain
Stretched out in a back seat, a good man driven to drink
Oh and its getting hard to see
All that I wanted (All…) … was my chance
Don’t speak no ill
Watch how speak on my name
Fuck ya feels
You selling out for the fame
Time and time they slept on em
Oh I let em get rest
me? They all conspiracy theories
Worthless, like testing Ev' defeats the purpose
Since the beginning, intrigued by pot and attentive women
I disagree we're conserved by the shares and the retweets
They request that I Make it out Alive cause they need me
So I told them to Run the Jewels
took over my price by giving His life
Yeah right then He must've been white 'cause he got hoodwinked
Bamboozled you tell me which brother you think
Would
moss
Care for my team by any means and at any cost
I'm willing to risk my life uh huh
Only the realest survive uh huh
So why are you still alive huh uh
brick and chiselled body of Kim Beazley
My theory is, never touch the mic quite serious
A kid goes out on dates later than their next period
My crews got
and always
Finding pieces of me
Reason to breath as deep as the sea
Pay the ticket price and speak it for free
Lay my head on any bed and
Then eventually dream
the chance to that thereof control, feel my grasp and hold
Never selling out to the devil, what's that gonna settle?
I'd rather live in the street and pedal,
Always taper on, what the fuck is taper off?
You see this tattoo on my head, the fuck you resuscitate me for?
Scoping out with that beam, touch your head
Call my theories conspiracies, but it kept me from injuries
They kept me from misery
I ain't never been to the Lou
They ain't never did what I do
I ain't
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