Lyrics:
sucking my dick, I might've been wrong, she may be the one
We're not in love, but in 2021 I'm going to let her have my son
So we can post and fake happy
talents
Plate full like eight liters in two gallons
Am I hindered by the time in my life?
Or is that only in my mind
I need sometime to unwind
This is
5 days a week
Cuz I was lonely by myself, alone I couldn’t find peace
I lost myself for a bit there, I ain’t frontin I speak
Honestly, i mean how else
story arc
The whole album was about pain, and how I used you just to blame
It's a new story and it doesn't have you
Happened so recently it's still in
nobody completes anybody that's not a real thing
If you're lucky enough to find someone you can halfway tolerate
You sink your nails in and you don't let
wont get you by
Truth is a Paris Hilton jail cover story could never flop
For that sexy mug-shot I could get a million dollars a pop
Even Michaels in
its mold
(Said imagine Mary Jane)
Five years old, Behind a closet door
(Not living by his name)
Justice lost, innocence abused
(But I've denied for
worth is increasing
I just hope that maybe I can help some people like me before I'm deceasing
By speaking my mind on these beats
I'm not trynna push my
it's sickening
It's like nobody's listening
Distracted by the Benjamins
I'm feeling like a kid again
Not ignorance and bliss and them
I'm talking bout
stop acting like you 'bout sum
Try me, and we know the outcome
Diss me your hoe blast my album
She pop an X like she's Malcolm
Tell her, get it shawty,
shade
To anyone who can relate
Will i ever make it? idk it's time to rush
It's the last of the album ain't no time for being judged
Pouring out my heart
I didn't know the word
I didn't know, I just shrugged
I thought I was alone
I thought there was no home
I thought I was afraid
I thought I was not
social justice or
Being really into Trump
Well, fuck me, I'm all by myself
It's not my fault
I'm like Peter Pan but racist, I'm based
Fly through your
shit alone
You skinny jean wearing
Hot dog water smelling
Samenamanagi
Yamenamanagi (Lil Uzi ass niggas)
I can't listen to that shit
Matter fact
Lemme
ein' MC Bilal
Universal bietet Millionen für meine Texte
Aber ich bleib' bei der Sony so wie Michael Jackson
Brauche keine Drogen, keine Waffen, keine
What you tryna grab
I get Michael Jackson bad
Ah nigga make me mad
On the north side where we at
Northside where we at
My section movin' crack
But
this far
They told me they was fam but did me like Uncle Scar
Looking at wolves and sheep and couldn't tell them apart
Isolated by the world, cast out
a man, man, come on
Sometimes I wonder if anyone truly knows me, as I turn back, walking on my lonely, all alone
Down this road I know before, closed door
Satan got my neck, so man, I'll grab him by his feet
I ain't even perfect, I'll admit at times I'm weak
I've tasted guilty pleasures, lies and lust,
you don't they'll track you down
All this work is going around
Cause you cause you
Thought it was game
Now you look insane
Bitch you know I'm not
in hopes to one day receive it back, in by doing so, I've created this album with one goal in mind, to help those who are struggling to find hope they
doubting me
I’m M.I.Geezus, Mr. motherfuckin’ October
One album deep, no bitch, it’s not over
Pumped a little iron, yeah your boy got a little swoller
Clench
The incantation they gave voice to in the midst of that sanguineous turmoil which engulfed them was not so much heard by those within earshot as perceived, sensed
day
And never came back
Stayed all summer
Then went back home
Macualay Culkin wasn't home alone
Fell deep in love but
Now we ain't speaking
Michael J.
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