Lyrics:
gotta do, you best believe
Imma pull-up, with that god damn thing
Yeah, kid it's best you stand back, from the bad
Shit, you folding you don't even know
froze in place
Startled, starstruck by the contours and the constructs of your face
I see constellations as we're deep in conversation
Contemplating how
but everything under this tree in my house is mine
My bike, that, and this plastic nine'll do fine till next year come
I try to see the same thing
bitch boutta hop on a jet
Yeah you know you the best thing I ever had put that on my last name
Best thing I ever had put that on my last name
Said I was
the end to things peacefully
But how could it feasibly
The things I do legally
Are only beginnings
You'll all be punished soon equally
I can take a plastic
through the whole thing
I just treat the situation like my old thing
It was fun while it latest now I’m going ghost
Treat the fake love like its plastic let
Watching souls float by
Giving up identity, trade it in for a coat tie
If that's your dream, pursue it
Go do it, be the best, but if its forced, then I cant
she plastic (I do, I do, yeah)
I had lost my world
But now I'm past it
Only thing I'm focused on is the cash shit
No getting blasted
Never be losing my
then bag it in plastic
But question why nothings organic
The best, and yet scariest, thing on the planet
Is not ever knowing the reason you landed
I
dont try
Watching souls float by
Giving up identity, trade it in for a coat tie
If that's your dream, pursue it
Go do it, be the best, but if its forced,
eggs Benedict
Pigs lick shit, rip with words in a bismol energy
It's time I society beats release
Inner breathlessness, outer restlessness
By
words in a bismol energy
It's time I society beats release
Inner breathlessness, outer restlessness
By the time I caught up to freedom I was out
always
Be around I love you
Constellation eyes,
They always take me by surprise
Even when you tell me all the simplest things i
Always get lost it’s
a toke
By the river there's a grass that grows
Just moss right over my tombstone
(I'm dead the way that I lived)
They were the best of the times, they were
rather stare at the constellations lost in contemplation
The deeper things that haunted my mind since my momma's basement
But Donnie got the beats bussin'
I couldn't see no colour only black and white
The best thing that had happened was the day you lied
In april
In april
In april
In april
garden that you're building, is there place for me
Look in the eyes of mother natures daughter
See constellations that direct me to get things in order
down like real cheap plastic
It ain't no thing, no sweat by me
Cause I know damn well where I want to be
So join my party if you see things my way
world's glory
I'm mysterious yet you reel the boys in for one thing
Oh so pretty such a petty
That will last by the time you reach 30, honey
Oh honey
Constellations I display
Purely by chance
And all I can do is watch
As they live without me
I grip too tight to their picture
Offering my hand
To dance with them
ever
You murderin' in the booth is the furthest thing from the truth
Rest assured, I'ma treat this booth like I'm pealin' off the plastic
On a pill
stressing me
Might get the best of me
I got the recipe for the affair
Might get to pressin' me if I'm
A guessin' I might take a L by the end of the year, wooh
Things just ain't the same for gangstas
Times is changing, young niggas is aging
Becoming O.Gs in the game and changing
To make way for these new
Sliding paper swiping plastic happiness and currency
They keep saying money talks
The best things are free
Everybody skimming off the top is what it seems
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