Lyrics:
the centuries, live in different millenniums
Hard like obsidian, Hidden is like stone
To the kids listening this is not to be tried at home
Kurt Cobain flows, shot
tell by the laces, they tight
Or are you only focused on the steps that I'm taking in life
And then you got the ones who claim a guy that's everyone's
the style up
Ain't drop in a while huh
It's because my whole world is built different
Ask me why I think your vibes suck
Why do you dance beside
Vile ass
Sliding by in that big body
Curtains all in my window
This fame hurt but this chain worse
I think back you asked the same person
If this is all you had
Olodumare (Spotify)
Olodumare
A god by any other name
Abandoned just the same
She is nowhere to be found
Black bodies line the city streets
But
Everyone says connection is easy
I look at my score, experience none
Tossed a coin when I was seventeen
I got the ice, you got the cream
All that
Lets go
I can't make this up
(I ain't gotta write this shit down
fuck what they talkin' bout) because I can't make this up
When you getting
And there I was hiding behind the blinds at the white house
December twenty two twenty twenty
Trumps every word argued and denied by armies
I never go commercial on you, baby, this ain't Geico
In the booth, I've been workin' on a high note
In your boo, and I fucked her, and I know
Kurt
the tectonic plate shift I
Create is so great
That by the time you reach me the earthquakes
The booth was my birthplace
I'm used to the static
They say I got
[This is actually called 'War on Drugs' by Laughing Colors,
but everyone thinks it's GNR, so I'll leave it here!]
It was long ago,
Seems like
I can't watch this. I can't watch this
I can't watch this. I can't watch this
My my my my TV makes me so bored
Makes me say oh my Lord
What is
sick, I know I'm vile
But I swear on this Jackal's grave that I'll
Become the Black Wolf I was raised by
Shape my fate outta the pain to cloud nine
Up in my face, up in my space
Life got me workin' for a clean slate
Might lose my mind until you come by
So we can be done with all these bright
Ayo, Ghost, what's up nigga?
This "Supreme" talkin' to you and shit
You caught me all the way in Staten Island to see you
Beat the two minute
eyes off the prize is the quickest way to return it
I can tell that she's yearning
Closed off by default, but communication, she's learnin
I tell her
guessin' I had taken the bait
Talkin' is cheap but you payin' the cost, you know I'm wit' it ain't takin' no loss
Handle my shit with no clique
It's time
softner
And we ain't cut from the
Same cloth that Cass is yeah I seen you
All up on those blogs with Vlad
Talkin', runnin' your mouth with
Your fucking
everyone love you
Since I cut off the bitches my profit than doubled
I fw roulette but not talkin bout Russian
I start up my car by the press of a button
Now
'
You
Don't be pillow talkin' (Don't say nothin')
You
Be pillow talkin'
You
Don't be pillow talkin'
My advice for niggas is this
You can never
and everyone is hurt by him, his eldest son Kurt left within a year of moving in from Jamaica because even as a Jamaican you can not live with him. I couldn't
do now?
[Yella]
Hey, man I got some drums in the back
[Dre]
Man what the fuck is he talkin' bout
[M.C. Ren]
Yo does it look like we can play some
I do this shit for the city, swangin'
I've got wood grain in my Leffries
Pimp C is the greatest
Motherfucker, talkin' down is a death wish
Codeine is
MTV with Kurt Lod'
With the Q-four-feezy, be hurtin folks
Keep the bird toast, black handle, horoscope hood scandle
You the type of niggas puffin in
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