Lyrics:
of my shoes
They too timid to even make it a single minute
I was molded by the pain
Shit, I'm Bane, I was raised in it
You and me are not the same
I was
Got me growing some grey hairs
Like my OG's, I be learning from they errors
I'm like
You cannot relate
Good for you
What it be like?
I'm tryna get like
own jet stream baby
Put on your best blue jeans baby
All we got to do is dream baby
With our eyes wide open
Even with one wing broken
We're
shoulder... ? Aw, you're fulla shit, man... ah, listen, by the way, before I go on; did you get those white albums I sent ya with the pencil on the front... ?
drinkers, the satisfied ones
Because I know I can be all of those little hateful things
And then I hate myself for realizing that
There's no
freedom, beat 'em
When I leave 'em, eat 'em
Even when the odds ain't even, I get even
With Kay Slay, fuck they play
The rebirth and replay
Mr
I just met the girl of my dreams
She floated by on silver wings
Hair so blonde and eyes of blue
I love that girl
She's gonna love me too
Even though
the hair growing in anyways, man)
(Get the fuck out of here, shitty-ass music) (fuck you, little dumb bitch)
(Change the station, you're fucking wack)
dead, the only thing that'll help the grievin' up inside (Jesus)
He even let him get they last meal
He done with the streets after this, this his last
dead, the only thing that'll help the grievin' up inside (Jesus)
He even let him get they last meal
He done with the streets after this, this his last
ahead, let your hair down.
You're gonna find yourself somewhere, somehow.
Blue as the sky, sunburnt and lonely,
Sipping tea in a bar by
Blue Cyclone, Oooh
Well my wife went out of town 'bout a year or so back
And left me at home by myself to batch,
And after five straight nights
off when I'm working
Man, I ain't even have to concentrate to
Get this 8 off like a German
That's light work
I can rap last or rhyme first
Pick ya
from black and the gray, from
Choking a bitch to smacking her face, from
Stacking up bodies to
Racking AKs up, from
Racking up hits to
Stacking them
the echoes weave
Vapor trails, in the sky of electric blue
In this neon world, I found you
Synthwave dreams, in a cybernetic haze
Chasing echoes of the '80s,
was in the 8th grade steady
But niggaz my age was getting paid already
Yeah like that nigga Zam or even young Blue
They made they first
a little sting
From a girl who didn't mean anything
Smoked like a chimney, dressed like a witch,
Didn't even speak much English
Met her at midnight, took
kin with me
Then i’m with my dog solving mysteries
How to get the chips to me
So we could all get plates
Feel a little woozy all these Ls i faced
These
Nicki Minaj's eyeliner is a
Precision event, a marvel
As if drawn on by the kind of
Pre-programmed robot arm used
For laparoscopic surgeries
It is
Your hair turns to grey but the blue stays the same
Oh, I wish, I wish
Stay a little longer
I'm not ready for you to go
It hasn't even happened
meet
Just can't wait to kiss my feet
Get in line, pucker up, tout suite
Bowm diddy bowm diddy bowm diddy
I'm gettin' even more famous by the hour
business
One's in your circle that don't even know ya
The same one's that circulate
The stories for ya
I seen Henrietta sittin' down by the rail
Messin'
blunt feeling that keeps growing while my heart's frozen
But it's still burning and I can't get back without you
So tell me you'll be by my side
Because
But I wrote this scheme at
Little China eatin' Chinese food
I spit China
He food and I chew through niggas
Pause! See Charles gotta trick
Hoes to get
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