Lyrics:
rap beggin' for freestyle skills
I've served so many rappers I can make a land field fool
You've doubt for a mic dude, the Ice is a jewel
Fuck rules
sure what happened but I knew I had the blues
Cause that's the day the freebird fell
Oh, I remember it well
So many cried when Ronnie died
He never
Too many days are passing by
For many days you can’t heal your soul
Too many years are completely out of time
But you still carry on
Too many tears
Searching for conquest
In terms leading to happiness
And I do regret
Many decisions over the years, more or less
Feeling like a fien for some dopamine
I'm
I'm still seven years old
My oh my
Many years go rolling by
Eighties then the nineties
Y2K in was only nineteen
Always wishing for tomorrow
Tomorrow
years of age, not even half of them totally acknowledged
Years kept passing by and I was left unconscious
Not ready to face middle age
Giving it all I
you want,
Maybe sometimes then ya don't,
But, leave your mind alone and just get high.
Well, by and by, way after many years have gone,
And all the war
Moods swung like a pendulum, more was thought then was written
As more years were swallowed by times greedy maw
Me searching for purpose, for peace, for
fightin' way harder than most so I gotta bring it
Handlin' by dosin' on drugs Ion care I admit it
I'm one step much closer there's not a coincidence in it
I
something a lot of my homies can't say, aye...
Contemplating the years that have pass me by...
I don't want to live life so fast...
I want it to last, learn
love and i still hate
You
So many years gone away
So many nerves were going out
I don’t know where is my place
And I don’t know where I need
So many
So many people went away this year
So many we hold dear
I will do my favorites
This song is for anyone no longer here
David
Simply the Starman,
caught a lil buzz shit was light cause this is my year
I guess moral of the story is I never needed you so this the last time we say by here
I ain't never
No buzzy bees flying high
I am hurting inside
And I, I, I have died so many times
I have tried so many times
Years of feeling lonely
Months of feeling
Hide behind your fears
Do you know what that's like
Goodbye 5 more years
Feel like I wasted my life
You so cute
Come up with all these expectations
in, no way to escape
I bloody know they've locked us up for no reason
They don't consider how many COVID actually kills
So we're just gonna waste half
a nigga bush claim it's just Reggie
OG in my system got a nigga feeling heavy
Roll another one nigga I’m ready
Smoke it by the pack
Sell it for a stack
Hit
You fucking with me on this evening im needing my soul snatched by the end of tonight
Believe the hype, yeah the rumors all true, i did seven years i
on both hands
You my express you my queen
Jah a bless me in total
Cause he give me what me need
me see di way ya move it
How you shake in pan die beat
Gyal
We must keep moving
We must keep going
If you can't fly, run
If you can't run, walk
If you can't walk, crawl
But by all means, keep moving
Believe
Confined in prisons by visions of multiple killings
I tried to fit in different cliqs preps jocks starter chicks
So what the fuck I'm tryin to find a place
never die. They just fade away."
"Lucy" "Ahhhhhhh!"
"It was a little cocker spaniel dog, and our little girl, Tricia, the six year old, named it
It was in the year of '88 in the lovely month of June
When the gadflies were swarming and dogs howling at the moon
With rosary beads and sandwiches
on a little more closer and stick by my side
I'm only 18 and she's a little older but that's quite alright
Through the years my heart got colder said too many
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