Lyrics:
badly to believe that loss
Is worth all of the memories
I'll keep you close enough to me
With roots sewn deeply
Forever still a part of me
When we die
asleep I won't see the sun up
Brain feels like it's made of plastic
Burn the house and play in the ashes
Seen a ghost, do you believe in magic?
Mouth sewn
hostilely bury
Our faults but honestly caring
Aware we must constantly vary
In order to become legendary
And I don't wanna hear about this and that
And all
does not have a name
But will always prevail
Give in and give it up
Don't mind overriding your serotonin inhibitors
Leave on the lights
All
wid all drillas
Hardcore boyz here mad like gorillas
101 we deal big not in chillers
Cricle is small and tight as fuck
All hustlers work hard no belive
I've contributed
I wanna live selfless
Instead of just floating by
Living every day like it's my last
I can catch up on my sleep when I die
Aren't
American roulette
Bullet to the head
You're all bored to death
Half is all that's left
Close my eyes it's stone
It goes to my bones
Awake as I'm sewn
reaching all new heights
I had to take off my tights
He is a king not a knight
Never worried about being liked
Never needed no damn invite
I get by I'm
forever in existence
Brutal majesty in respite
My hands are sewn with broken bones
Holding on
Give it all
Do you see me as a letdown
The mistreatment,
mates are doing time
Married with three kids up by the ring road
Sold their souls straight down the line
And some of them own little sports cars
made of torn cloth
Sewn strong
With a few flaws
Ripped and all
I got a question for you
But who's not
It seems to me
I've lost control of the fall
Get
(You know the time, you know the time - it's time for Nesian 101)
You're never on time
And music?s on all day
And you be growing them rude-ngati
Benz, Cartier tint lens, what?
I dig yo' steez, knock knees, trunk full
Body all lumped up, lifestyle Trumped up
Platinum blonde, hazel eyes chinky
Benz, Cartier tint lens, what?
I dig yo' steez, knock knees, trunk full
Body all lumped up, lifestyle Trumped up
Platinum blonde, hazel eyes chinky
OTHERS I'M SOMETHING THAT I'M NOT
WHEN ALL'S SAID AND DONE THE TRUTH WILL BE KNOWN
AND WE'LL ALL HAVE TO ANSWER FOR THE SEEDS WE'VE SEWN
SOME SAY THE TRUTH
love for the money still the same
Tell 'em that my buzz still be up it never change
Stuntin' 101 you know me I do my thing
This ain't never love uh nah
of the money makin muthafuckaz from the other side
Was thinkin about a jack move tryin to whoo-ride
Gettin jealous 'cause my music got this rap game sewn up
Yea
Uh
All I need
Is a couple bad bitches calling me
I'm all in deep
Keep a couple real ones by my side
All I need
Is a couple mil and some loyalty
I
to the gate further upstate
I heard they got crazy weight
Bagged up by the gates, in crates like disco breaks
Yo, look out for Jakes
Give it all it takes
this is the way we bide our time
and we set everything on fire
i miss the summer
it's not over
i waited all night long
for you to wake up by my side
think I'm insane
Cause' all the things you left remained
Insides a dirty little child
Clean him up a bit and make him wild
This child is mine
This child
don't go down for possession
Mom's puttin' up the house to bail you out when arrested
How did I become number one? I'm one-of-one
Flyin' down the 101
He wore black denim trousers and motorcycle boots
And a black leather jacket with an eagle on the back
He had a hopped-up 'cicle that took off like
bag full of money I've got in my hand
Oh, I grew up believing in Jesse and Frank
'Cause I never had nothin' or none to thank
And I came pretty
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