Lyrics:
my best to let you go, can you set me free?
Feel alone, yet there's people all around
Turn on a song, get lost in the sound
Can't hear the words,
pain on my hands
Truth is beauty
And I see that now
At 3am
I'm always spinning out
British born
But bred by the moon
When I look in the mirror
I see
I was a sad man, in my bedroom
Talking to my bird, snorting my own cum
On the day, you learned
How to live, and how to save
I was your first, you
wet calling me Neptune
We fucked in the attic she screaming yes daddy her grandpa
Still checking the bedroom
200 The dash we moving real fast
Just seen
Bitch I go dummer
Trap a lotta packs
Imma a runner
Uh huh
Lil mama tryna hit it in the bedroom
Like what that head do
Show me what it's meant
promises you somehow failed to keep
He can't blame me
He's the one who left me too many times alone
In a three bedroom prison
I tried to make a home
Vs 1)
It was a little three-bedroom cedar-sided house
Built by my Daddy's own two hands
Hidden back where County Rd 550 ends
40 acres of a poor-man's
the tires, what the hell you doing in there? Guys wearing three blanket's got his laundry on its head. It's 95 degrees, one guy had the Yankee logo on his
all of my opponents in a hearse
We shot him 3 times go get him a nurse
They know I'm on top I will never reverse
Drip so cold might need me a sink Aye,
help me persevere
And I'm prepared for the worse, because these demons in my ear
If you need me you got me, just call me and I'm there
It's like 3 in
and hennessy
All the freaky things you do got me going crazy
Got me thinking to myself can you be my lady
But hell naw, cause I can't fall in love wit the cut
than hell in Toronto
Packed up the warm clothes, we were all so prepared to be alone
Suitcase so close, I let mine go by till I saw yours
Held hands,
to big 'em up Monster Isle
Um, yeah
I saw you in hell with them gas drawls
Mhm
To my brother Subroc and Black Ju
I crack brew for, two more, three
to big 'em up Monster Isle
Um, yeah
I saw you in hell with them gas drawls
Mhm
To my brother Subroc and Black Ju
I crack brew for, two more, three
to see
The penitentiary way after elementary
Thought it was cool to look the judge
In the face when he sentenced me
Since my uncles was institutionalized
just took three sips
Lit by the fire but she
Still took three hit's
Finger flyin' higher than a god damn G6
Booze in my closet, think I'm gonna grab it
Take her straight to hell with me (Hell with me)
She only love me when she fucking on me
Not a day goes by where she thinking of me
By the edge
I'm blessed
Even though I get slammed with lawsuits like car doors
See three P.O.'s like Star Wars
They want me by the road holdin' up cardboard
So
are slow so
Just listen every line by line lemme finish
Yo
Pizzagate politicians man who we kiddin'
They want us wearing dresses if
We rapping for
Oh, we never fight unless
We're on the right
But we're always in the right, you see?
Three little angels of peace are we
There is one thing on which we
to raise hell and bail and brag and sag
or beat down for ya flag
'cause if you is or you ain't a gang banger
Keep one in the chamber
'cause you'll
Now these doors don't open til after dark
And it ain't til twelve 'til the party really starts
(Yo me and my crew had to be in by ten
Right
Now these doors don't open til after dark
And it ain't til twelve 'til the party really starts
(Yo me and my crew had to be in by ten
Right
split it, flip it
Gotta admit, it makes "me cri"
Sitting idle in my bedroom
Hating all my pals
Crammed on a flight tryna find legroom
Kicking
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