Lyrics:
Balang-balang-balang to mandem rock 'cause I love thee
If you live by the sword you guh fi die by the gun
'Cause all guys tell lies if all girls commit sins
I was
always fly away from this rain and this cold
You can hear them singing out their telegraph code
All the way down the Telegraph Road
Well, I'd sooner
A long time ago came a man on a track
Walking thirty miles with a sack on his back
And he put down his load where he thought it was the best
Made
Thinking I could walk away from potential
Oh Is it okay to lose our track of time
You're everywhere and I am just behind you
I won't let you fall again,
down here
But Now I'm running through these tracks looking for gold
See the story the story as it unfolds
Designed by the music so I wear it on my soul
gleam'n
Eighth track be team'n
No schem'n
All of your plastic girlfriends
They wanna eat our 3D seamen
I'll be rapp'n like a demon
Florida so hot
The sweat
number when I'm far away
>From your town
So call me when you have a need
For me
And by the way did you leave in my pocket
This G ????
Ooooh na na na na
gotta get away from this object
Looking at the face of a ghost got me feeling like death
Cant move and I can see my breath
Everything's cold to the touch
the desert sand was a milk and honey land
Then I awoke with a start
There the train comin' back on that one way track
Gonna take me away from here
As she
on the microphone, got you hot like the sun
So a 1,2,3 now I'm waiting on the 4
Kick down the door and turn it up a little more
If you got the feelin', jump
a spine transfer but you end up accidentally end up doing a hip transfer
Paralyzed from the face down 'cause I'm too fucking gangster
Fuck a bitch and then
Trying to get up to come down
Got that playa shit by the pound
The gold with the lacs and the crown
Make it where them hoes come around
Trying
a gun singing
With a man screaming in the background
Where I'm from even if you run track
You are not exempt from the track down
Loving words over cold
self down
Sacrificing for the Brother
Iron sharpens iron
As Brother sharpens Brother
These be the days
Many fallin' away from the Way
Never wise in our
looks kill and I'm ready to die
Go ahead and stare
I lose track every time I look in there
It's getting tense
Creating it lost in her cadence
Miss the sun
margarita, three margarita, shot
Don't worry 'bout tomorrow
Leave all your sorrow out here on the floatin' dock
When that sun lays down, we'll be on our way
in the trap house
Run up on a nigga wit the strap out
Twenty three hunnit for the half pound
Shoot a nigga in the face make him back down
Sc and quinby
Neptune go away, I know we make money all day, okay
Neptune better make way, I know we make money all day, okay?
Like Juice Wrld, I wanna be by my
down with the fly guy
Look me in the face,like you're strong when you walk by
And all you punk niggers talking shit
Step to the side,bow your head like
note I keep it G
Like track four, kick in the door by BIG
Don't believe me, look that shit up, I promise you'll find the key
To that punchline, I'm
you’re a bitch on a broom, gonna let it fly
Verse 3:
You’re a poisoned apple, acid down to your core
Watch you drop, there we go, another closed door
I
letter that I wrote,
Every dress you never wore under your coat
Thrown away
Brick by brick,
We can build it from the floor
If we hold on to each other,
down
Now it seems like a set-up
and niggaz try to wet me from the door
Half a second of gun blaze then I'm in my detour
Shot through the glass
to be in the 3rd World. They have bought the 2nd World and put a firm down payment on the 1st one. Controlling your resources we'll control your world.
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