Lyrics:
the system
Of the death by the random number generator
I have always meant everything I say!
You're letting nothing kill you
As if 'nothing' is an actual
and I live by the Fifth Amendment
Every sentence that I'm representin'
Don't get intentions that I was intendin'
No point is intended
But
FOR DAYS
AND PEOPLE I MEET ALWAYS GO THEIR SEPRATE WAYS
SOMETIMES YOU TELL THE DAY
BY THE BOTTLE THAT YOU DRINK
AND TIMES WHEN YOU'RE ALL ALONE ALL YOU
Dear darling, this is a letter to you
I know you're protecting me
Or I'd be dead by now
There's no way around it
Dear darling, this is a letter
Make way, if you're not mine
I'm okay, but I'm not fine
I need space, it's my time
I love to grip on your waste line
Time is like money, and I love
supported you like a weight bench
Without me you're defenseless you better face it
You ain't show me love when you was at your apex
Getting paychecks up
I can lay, lay shit down while you're going through? ...clright
It's recording? ...clright
Nothing Keep Telling Me To Stop
God Keep Telling Me
can't find, better kneel and prey
Sacrifice of blood, macabre human feast
Faces in the mud, slayed by the beast
Worshipping the dark, playing with
forever grateful
To see him once again
You dare to stand
Before my eyes
You're one of them
Why would I trust you?
It's not like that
I can't go
to the deepest of depths
I am the Oracle
How it begins
Poking the fun at the dead at the Holiday Ins
Keeping my sins
They my brotheren philosophy ends
All I see is
sometimes it's not for days
The people I meet always go their separate ways
Sometimes you tell the day
By the bottle that you drink
And times when you're
I want you to understand that you're mortal
If you're conscious that you have come
With a limited amount of time
You will arrange your life naturally
denyin' that
I'm gonna cross yours
Squad leader, and I got the vision
Now we're goin' dark and
Then you're goin' missin'
We're covered by night
So be silent
paid by the G's wit ease (word up)
We're blowin' up your fuckin' spot (no doubt)
'Cause when you're hot, you're hot and when you're not, you're not
and bitchass niggas
We gon' take a quick intermission from this album
Just something for you niggas to get some stink box to
You're on 1-800-HUSTLER, DJ
And put my ugly ass face on the album cover
With are & be top ten hits
And we had Jodeci singing all over our shit (aaahhhh!!!!)
Fuck that, though, yo,
half did 'em,
That's all it took, another crook taken out over a dirty look
I bag game with niggas I leave shot dead
You're not taking a fucking thing
Ladies and gentlemen, this is Drake News
We have heard reports of many people in the area dropping dead
Everybody remain calm
The Armageddon is here
understand a thing you said
If I didn’t know better
I'd guess you’re all already dead
Mindless zombies walking around with a
Limp and a hunch
Saying stuff
3 Victims
Written, recorded, produced, engineered, & performed by Broc Jesch (Breezy)
Chorus
3 Victims (3 Victims) 3 Victims (3 Victims) 3 Victims
come around for a two of the blue
I don't give a fuck if you're old or new
I'll just yawn like "blackball who?"
Put a couple dead MC's in the grave
Probably better off dead
Popped an e pill now I see her in my fucking head
No it wasn't a waste though, I can tell
By the smile on her face 'yeah
of nut
The teacher turned around while my arm was extended
She looked me in the face and said Prince you're suspended
I said your tripping it's just
of nut
The teacher turned around while my arm was extended
She looked me in the face and said Prince you're suspended
I said your tripping it's just
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