Lyrics:
She was thirteen and good we had a hotter date
It was just a number she never told she was knocked up
By the end of the summer chick almost had me
So come with me up to sunset beach
And spend some time by the big blue sea
Laying in the sand, drinks in our hands
How we're supposed to be
So come
DVN
Worn out faces and worn out places
See through the flat circle of time
And whenever I rhyme
It's a wormhole
In the bottomless pit
At the center
fear had become my go-to, where the Father of Heaven was actually supposed to be. I felt dead.
One day I woke up by a voice gently whispering to my
Anger, but yo that's Mr. Funkee Wallbanger
Concieved in the fire by you warned through disaters
The funky child was taught to the ways of the masters
Mr.
on a Saturday
I threw the wrap on the Phantom, it's matte today
Pushin' that bitch through the 'jects like a chariot
Diamonds on diamonds, they comin' in
[background]
Fuck you, fuck you, fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuccccccck yooooooooou
(repeats throughout the song)
By this time I see y'all I say
You don't know me
But I see you every day by the train
You stand in line
While everyone gets in your way
cll the time
c Smile or wink that'd make
Feelin' gay, reckless too
Care free mind all the time, never blue
Always goin' don't know where
Always showin', I don't care
Don't love nobody, it's not
Feelin' gay, reckless too
Care free mind all the time, never blue
Always goin' don't know where
Always showin', I don't care
Don't love nobody, it's not
Feelin' gay, reckless too
Care free mind all the time, never blue
Always goin' don't know where
Always showin', I don't care
Don't love nobody, it's not
Brown beats or wear Adidas
("Not many crews have slammin albums.." -> KRS-One)
That's why I didn't do a twelve inch, so stop askin'
I threaten cute girls,
at the signs
Twenty other albums dropped in that matter of time
Ten thousand plus hours tryna work on your grind
While Cole Bennett made a star for
see
On the cloud
I go step by step to see evergreens
I love the way
Time passes around me
Just few things to own
Through heaps of dreams to have
Under
Private light show
Lost in mii thought
Where tha time go (Woo)
Walking thru tha forrest
In a blindfold (Yea)
Think im in a whole different
Time Zone (Yea)
act you do
Is dying on the vine
Better dead than black and blue
Broken by design
Yeah this time it's gloves off action
Through
I'm through
Through
Let's get this job done, boy
Move the bells out the back seat
Gotta make some room for all the money bags coming through
I don't wanna hear an excuse
I
tides
The things I see behind your eyes
The light shimmering on the dust is real
And some people see mirrors all the time
And the truth is blurred by
times and fucked everybody's bitch twice
Mother fuckers talk about it but i live that pimp life
I got pimp blood which is pumped by the beat
I drop this
a G-4 private jet
Bet you get more than grazed by the nine
Laid by the side
Oh you out of bullets? Here, take some of mine
And clowns hate how I lock
threw on Sam Cook
Every time I bounce a ball I'm walkin' through the park
I can't help it, I gotta think about Sandy Brock
Every time I get jig, I'ma
They front like they your homies, but they bury motherfuckers
Dog I'm going through it daily, fiending for a killa to take me out
What am I living
death, the Cross is your guide! It's time
Can you feel it, can you hear it, can you see it.
Don't miss the forest through the trees.
Can you feel it, can
playing
(Playing)
Times been tough but better days gon come to save it
People always staying hating
Album drop we vacaying
I'm feeling like I'm Goku
Going
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