Lyrics:
too
You're dead to me
Yeah I'll hit you with that one two
Fuck your face
Give you a taste of pain
Complete disdain
When I hear your name
I retain my
for dead
If no one came to help me out
You're the only one here knowing what I'm going on about
You found me hanging by a thread
And took me underneath
tomorrow or just excuse my complacence
I didn't think that I could near breathe on a daily basis
Without having her right by my side, our smiling faces
sacrifice
adored and explore me
these delusions
my only vice
hold my hand
i'll lead you into
the dead silence
take the stand
i'll worship you
Dre?
You went there looking for me?
Boo, that excuse is too lame
Keep playin' me, you're gonna end up with a huge goose egg
You fake, lying sl-, you
Oh, it must be a pain living this stuck up
So be grateful, at least
When you waste my time
Still, I'm thankful, at least
That you're wasting mine
Why
and you gon taste the end
I'm fucking sick of these children lately I'm taking heads
Dying by my hand is an honor I make the Grateful Dead
the views in Miami grateful for another day
I can't trust her or i'ma get messed up
Surrounded by negativity got me stressed up
Been chasing Ms because i love
My gosh
I am grateful
My gosh
I am grateful
I am great to be fooled
By nothing only
By the ones who talk the words
That are needed to be heard
full
They wanna put my face in her penny then discontinue me, I'm still grateful
If we're not allowed to age gracefully
I'm putting it all out
shining flashlights like where the weed at?
Stay in your place, see you guys smoke blowing in your face
And it's hard to stop it once we came to drop it
[Intro: Killah Priest]
Black Market bitch, it's crazy, the album's here
Right there, Black Market, Black Market
Walk with us, yeah, the album's here
get way up, counting dead faces 'til my bank like a graveyard
Gotta give it space to take shape so ima let my dreams follow me, I don't chase none
And I
[Verse 1]:
People ignore you till they want something from you
And then they turn around like you’re someone they could run to
But I’m not really
This is your album, so that means you definitely got to get funky, so run it
[The D.O.C.]
Swinging, singing a brand new rap
On a rhythm concocted by
normal off of drugs
I just don't get it
And then I saw John Cale
he's been looking really great
He's been coming by the office to exercise with me
normal off of drugs
I just don't get it
And then I saw John Cale
he's been looking really great
He's been coming by the office to exercise with me
Ain’t got time for an alibi
You’re just a name on a list
By sunrise you’ll be flying high
Or you’ll be blown to bits
Break the law you’re on your own
ain't always, always such a freakin' tool
And yes you're mistaken
The future ain't forsaken
And we'll all be making it by
Cause you're wrong,
Dead wrong
by time and progress
Lending it a distinctive quality a
Modern city embracing technology
But somewhat overtaken by nature
Still trying to find
my hand on the mic
I'm a lyrical miracle you're
A spiritual criminal
Metaphysical syllables written by
The invisible
In two ways there's no pen yet I
dead by twenty one
Said I'd be dead by twenty five
Staring at the bluest sky
Still alive
Still this fly
And I thank God, I'm so grateful for
If you're
Picture niggas rollin', flyin', foreign floatin' out of space (ayy)
Or bitches on Instagram with no filter face (face)
Picture if judges ain't judge us by
patient
'Cause by the time they find a lead release, your shit is ancient
You think they're working your album? You're mistaken
And if you flop, you get
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