Lyrics:
no fear for death
It won't by no time
It won't clear your head
I'm half alive alone and locking lips
With the afterlife with open coffin lids
Got
Going Farley-hard by the time I'm finished
I'm going til 6 in the morning
Looking for blow in New Orleans
And I still won't quit it
I don't think a little
There is but only venomous kiss
to drop down from these bitter lips!
There is but only wicked smile
to pass your torture by when you'll be die dying
my shit
Smoking on some pipes and shit
Yung Chri$t boys nice, nice boys, Satan twice Rollin' on some dice
Double cup up in my hand
Cocaine, got it by
Eating 5 star rated by Michelin
Get my hands dirty if there's a need
Been tryna cut liquor but might the weed
I could take your girl but she just ain't my
killed another and another then somebody told my mother she beat my black ass until it had no colour
It never told me nothing I’m a bad mother fucker
Accordions and Tim Buck Two
Devilishly suited eggs
Wilted like my yesterdays
Fondled by the testing grounds
Hands pop down from ceiling cows
Udders stretch
the tar, I'm filled with my pain
Black-swan paddles its webbed feat| on oil stain through the river lean
Long-walk through the park the Memory lane
I wish I
the finish line, you know we always winning
Black and white suits but this shit is made of linen
Got double Rs cause me and my homies always twinning
Hitting
back, keep your lip latched
Me wit your broke hoe, that's the mismatch
Not even if I'm blind and I see pitch black
Please belive imma have it down on this
had the world in your hands, what would you change?
You see-I think about sophistic stuff
At the same time, don't give a fuck
Ain't nobody ever been
plunged it deep into the wolf's heart
Then fell to his knees and prayed for his life.
As he felt a hand on his shoulder he whirled
To find the maiden by
times
Had a shawty dirty dancing asked her ass to sanitize
Last night I probably picked my phone and blocked a hundred lines
Silly itty bitty reasons
Rogaine
I've come a long way since a sad addict
But still not as good at happiness as packing bowls in traffic
I'm a sick bastard, lip smacker
Phantom limb
raise
Like blood pressure she done seen me through a court case
Or two and at this point I'm thinking that she sick of me truly
Young black
with no hands
She know how to bounce it
Lights Flashing, oh she got accent
Dirty dancing, she get nasty
Way she shaking it ain't natural
Can tell off her
you're more than just a crush
If you were dirty metal girl, I would polish off the rust
And clear the dust, cause there's no one else I could trust
Two
even vibe with you niggas nigga
No Co-De
Lose lips sink ships nigga you knew that before you came off the bench nigga, it's a risk To this hustle that we
learned to use scripture
He never learned so in turn he's paintin me a distorted picture
Hand around the county dollar feedin' me grief
Said the price
life on a dirty brown piece of Berber carpet.
Dick's dentures on the ground chattering.
His toupee being carried off by the squirrels
the hood we surrounded by drugs all day
Battle for the number one high, so dirty
It's been stolen, eyes can't focus
I'm on my own supply
No money I won't
Holes wit' tampons, i'm serious
I've been plugged in like a landline
And I throw up my hands you
Just throwin' up hand signs
When the hand 9 by the Jimmy
goddamn plates
So I hit the next corner real slow
Low, here it go
The same old routine because of my car, black
Mistaken identity for slingin that dope
lips
He just a lot to look at ships
Hat filled with cracks and it's ritz
Polly want a cracker then take this
I was already an odd seed to blitz
Didn't
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