Lyrics:
on your lips, my bum is on your lips"
And if I'm lucky, you might just give it a little kiss
And that's the message that we deliver to little kids
Got your finger on the trigger, don't do it
Contemplating suicide, just put the gun down, we've all been through it
An infant in his crib sprayed by
old back room
He'd bob his head and say, "Damn, oh, that's you?"
But by The Black Album, I was blackin' out
Party at S.O.B.'s and we had packed
old back room
He'd bob his head and say, "Damn, oh, that's you?"
But by The Black Album, I was blackin' out
Party at S.O.B.'s and we had packed
guy do not ever ask why
Rap to get my stacks high might steal ya chick
Middle fingers when i pass by rush to get my stats high
You don't like my past
fucks
I hate whoever you like, I think your hero sucks
I send 'em a, old-fashioned "fuck you" like middle fingers
Thrown up by little old ladies with
cool
Oh, yo, I really liked "End To End Burner"
That little diss me thing on the internet was pretty funny
Yeah it's live sucker
Uh, yeah, and I was
is on your lips, my bum is on your lips"
And if I'm lucky, you might just give it a little kiss
And that's the message that we deliver to little kids
back from my classes
Or at Quals or at Little 5
But then every other time he was always by your side
I knew that something had clicked
And I was
MAN y'all MUST GOT ME CONFUSE I TAKE NIGGAZ BY TWO I BREAK NIGGAZ IN TWO MAN y'all FAKE NIGGAZ IS through I HEAR YA ALBUM IS POO I'm JUS TELLIN DA TRUTH
Wrap my mind around the truth
And the paper 'round gelato
My arms around a bitty and
My fingers on a bottle (Coat around)
My coat around my body
Man it's
Could have been something else
In man's hands
Cold fingers warmed by the touch
Just gonna slip away
What he softly prayed
I won't lift you up
still at my post
For the painkillers, paint thinner
Dinner, on my, suede, slippers
Sinners, come in spades, but I came by the digger
Hated in the woods
and don’t it seem a little bit odd?
I’m down at the deli eating pork rinds
While she is living high on the hog
I’m just your everyday working stiff trying
know why cause I was
Frivolous but now I’m a saver
I’m a hustler by nature
I can sell bread to a baker
Sell a fence to my next door neighbour
I wanna buy
Next album that you hear
The last from me
Feeling hella eager
To be leaving 2020
Yeah
Dead by Dawn, 2021
Coming soon
Album number two
But for now
I guess
You only good as yo last album
You ain't fucking with my worst album
I know you heard me like Max volume
Probably thought I wouldn't pass by you
Search
To give me the thoughts
To ration the heart to ask you now
I wanna give you a six finger handshake
Not around your hand, but your body, if that makes sense
(Don't say a word) keep it quiet, son, don't say a word, yo
(Don't say a word) keep it quiet, son
[Verse 1]
Yo, I'm rap's dirty little secret that they
Departure time is set
But the little girl
She's there waiting
As the wagon starts shaking
In the cold autumn dawn
Everyone is searching
Saying there's a lost
This is how I learned it from a Time-Life Album in about 1958.
There's a little rosewood casket
Lying on a marble stand
And a packet of old love
had to stop her like a drake album ima drop her
These people be playing these games
I don’t even mess with these lames
Little boys getting small change
the jungle like little black Sambo.
I flow like fingers over a piano.
Or fingers on da strings of a banjo.
God got me such a bad damn hoe.
Bonnie n’ Clyde,
his finger on the trigger and let the death fly out
Some man got hit, he's layin on the pavement stiff
Blood drippin from his face and he drownin in it
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