Lyrics:
for the hype
The movement actual
Reality can pull the wool over your eyes
It’s gradual
Actual casualties
The collateral of calamity
I been known to hold
gon' respond cuz I already told her
I know my wrist be cold but I'm giving shoulder
If we had a beef then consider it over
If you hear a rumor then
the truth
Sit over there I'll show you the do
Miss Dimey the president of the youth
You are the stem and I am the root
I am the fairy now give me your tooth
im from sydney read the postcard
But i got my fans all from the west , all down to hobart
Puff puff then i pass it to my sofa
Ha ha were getting lit
sativa
Let's talk about it
Is anybody really on my level
I truly doubt it
Got the flow, check
And, my bars is lit
Hangin' out the whip
Like I'm wit Mr.
(Yeah!)
Lit with the gang
We pouring' up the Hennessy (Yeah!)
I roll a wood and light it
This my remedy (Yeah!)
Shout out D and V
They the realest on my
Hey what's good over there
I've been waiting for you to call
Yeah it's sure been messed up this year
I wish you were here
I look out across
Got a lot of them ideas in mind for gettin' lit with the crew
And it's worse when you turn extrovert and then you see the news
Man, ain't that a bitch?
bitch
People gon' notice, slappin' over, you never could've showed it
How that is, whoever you know, you had your luck, chance, and blowed it
Kickin'
lit alleys trippin over bodies and obstacles
Deep as the ocean go where the darkness it isn't logical
Dark as it's ever been where the lighting ain't
("drivin' round")
Blue flags, red flags, different gangs
Og's still outside, it never change
Mcdonald's, chinese food, a thousand chains
I'm just trynna
Days rolling by like local construction
The cranes try to scrape some more sky before quitting time
Work on it, work at it, work, but it's never
all my friends around
It'd be last call whenever I fall down
If I lived here, I'd be home by now
Quarter don't buy much these days
But 'round
Won't be foldin', I'm older than you told
Girl sold, high speed's gold
Game over, game over, too cold
Hold it down boy, your head's getting blurred
Won't be foldin', I'm older than you told
Girl sold, high speed's gold
Game over, game over, too cold
Hold it down boy, your head's getting blurred
door
Woke up and found you crawling
Holding onto life as you wasted it all
Now I'm paralyzed
I feel paralyzed (by you)
Now I'm paralyzed
I feel paralyzed
over races
Go respect, don't be complacent
Different faces, different faces
Working hard for my life, now whatchu gotta say
Raised by the USA
I'm livin'
eyes
I know, don't go over it and over it!
I know, don't go over it and over it!
Climb higher, lit a fire, yeah!
Bring fire all inside us
Climb
Blinder and mentaler retardation
Disorientation
The pilots said their bombs lit Baghdad
Like a Christmas tree
It was the Christian thing to do you see
grill niggas, spit a barbecue
Committing drive-bys out a grey Coupe
When I start drowning rappers, dawg
It ain't cute
Till every person in they group
Turn
(skrrt)
Diamonds on my neck and wrist lit, that's a combo
Yellow bitch, her dark skin friend, call it gumbo (muah)
Pull up in a lot and the car cost
and bricks
Runs and climbs and unders throughs
Overs downs and it's to's
Daddy taught me how to use them Grade A tools when I was 2
Or 3 I might have been but
going on," he said, "I can just feel it in the air"
He went to get the hangin' judge, but the hangin' judge was drunk
As the leading actor hurried by in
station
Let your feelings broadcast across the nation, hey hands up!
Maybe a fool takes a fortune by chance
Maybe the world has lost its romance
But
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