Lyrics:
Dream Again
The walls inside the single-wide were paper
I could hear my mother crying down the hall
The door slammed like a comma
The ignition
Late at night you can find me surrounded by all of my simple ink and pen
Drawings sinking, hiding, screaming, waiting to be opened again
Like
OH THE SILENCE
Oh the silence
Will be the death of me
Still got time but not quite the energy
But you can walk by
Cos the hills are paper cut
favorite liquor
Always gotta swisha... right by her bed
I smoke that while she givin me head
This bitch is lyin bout her crib
She know she can't afford it
stage is set
Better face up or face regret
Your voice is tired and it makes no sound
Underground, the walls are thick
Papers don't push and the clocks
Back lit by the sliver of light creeping silently
through the curtain, as insufficient as these paper thin walls
at keeping the outside world at bay.
She
Lonely boy
Gazing on the afternoon
People driftin' 'cross the surface
Of the twilight day
There's a little yellow man
Standing by the railway
mean anything
A hospital room
Wall paper super bloom
Staring at my father
Getting whiter by the hour
No questions
No review
I never tell you I love you
need to get
If you don’t wanna you don’t have to get
Hi!
I’m not really into it, some people are puzzled by that
They don’t know me intimately, I’m just
Bruh, I hit 40 licks and
I’m known to rock shit
Put my name on the paper, shit
I’m finna eat meals
Only nigga from the hood 16 with a deal
And I still
Walking on ground that's caving in
Living a life on glass that's paper thin
To fall to find ourselves awakened at the end
By what we fear most
Breath
The aroma carries me like coffee does to Massachusetts
Nowadays it seems that I can’t hold a conversation
Can’t get past the walls of ‘What’s your name’,
lot of beers, tangled into one hell of a knot.
Ways to justify pages of alibis about something that was long forgot.
And these paper walls, how quickly
got held back by sarcastic demons
Hiding in our bathroom floor
And right behind was someone floating
And right before that wall burst open
I swear
there’s a lady sweeping her tree and the toilet paper therein
trying to erase every trace of the youthful experience
that took place late last
Black Wall king, I mean the Compton savior
I go hard for the hoes and the paper
Best in the game, I can play for the Lakers
Put me in Phil, let a nigga
really hot
I'm swanging four's and thinking thoed, banging hoes and changing clothes
Smoking dro and doing shows, paper stack can never fold
I bought
I'm swanging 4's and thinking thoed, banging hoes and changing clothes
Smoking dro and doing shows, paper stack can never fold
I bought the car and I
really hot
I'm swanging four's and thinking thoed, banging hoes and changing clothes
Smoking dro and doing shows, paper stack can never fold
I bought
the dead dreams of the cold war kid
Only the dead dreams of the cold war kid
In a town by the wall the machine gunners wait
To type out the orders that
really hot
I'm swanging four's and thinking thoed, banging hoes and changing clothes
Smoking dro and doing shows, paper stack can never fold
I bought
Take a leaf of paper and draw your mind
Your bourbon brown that can burn my eyes
I lost your presence underneath the bridge
Lock the door, let's
I'm swanging 4's and thinking thoed, banging hoes and changing clothes
Smoking dro and doing shows, paper stack can never fold
I bought the car and I
really hot
I'm swanging four's and thinking thoed, banging hoes and changing clothes
Smoking dro and doing shows, paper stack can never fold
I bought
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