Lyrics:
From the warm air through the screen
You come regular like seasons
Shadowing my dreams
And the Mississippi's mighty
But it starts in Minnesota
green by the hole
3 gummy vitamins now I'm on a roll
Fruity pebbles on my neck like I'm Fred Flintstone
My legacy set in stone
Weed out all the fakes
From the warm air through the screen
You come regular like seasons
Shadowing my dreams
And the Mississippi's mighty
But it starts in Minnesota
It's four in the morning
And she’ll be gone by five
She's got me tangled in sheets
And all tangled up inside
I can feel her heart racing
Like
your bitty going down south like Mississippi, man
Switching through the lanes, like I'm tryna pick my favorite
Still rocking with the shades, cuz I'm
fake
And as the days go by, you can?t forget
The way I make you feel like shit
Mc?s like you, I?ve seen ?em before
You keep on saying "f**k too
of pain in us, always feel like I'm givin' up
It ain't the same no more, death brought me anger
I'm followed by angels and I got some dyin' love
Soon
that boy can be so rude
My life is wasting away feels like I've been here for days
I hope that he's not dead here I am waiting for Fred
Start to construct like I've just come out the ovary
Music's my happy place, it's where I feel at home you see
And I can't tell you the comforts I can
that a lot of mic users is dikes
I come to grips with the likes of Fred Hampton
Cold, so I'm lampin', with no need for spotlight
When I got light like
From the warm air through the screen
You come regular like seasons
Shadowing my dreams
And the Mississippi's mighty
But it starts in Minnesota
it's raining
In Mississippi
And it's raining
But I don't
Wanna go home yet
It feels like somewhere
I need to be
Tell me
You'll keep it for me
I've read
this pain is by makin' more mills and takin' more souls
I'm bookin' visits for Stro like I'm bookin' visits for Blackz
I'm bookin' visits for LD, I'm
(Uh)
(Yeah)
Man, they killing us like sport
While they sit back at resorts
And they saying that they for us
All them lies not really for it
Why you
to go off any minute so you feel it (bah, bah)
Because of the law, I had to conceal it (I go by Weezy Baby)
But if you fuck around you gon' make me
on the track, yeah
Put blindsides on my eyes, young nigga
I can feel the money (I can feel the racks)
I got some young niggas pull on the opps
And they kill
Please Don't Think It's Funny
Words and Music by Fred Rogers
Sometimes you feel like holding your pillow all night long
Sometimes you
we enjoyed with them
In way, a apart of me was destroyed wit 'em
Tried talking to the Lord, I get annoyed wit 'em
Fiends take a hit and feel like
me one last kiss and hold it a long long time
Give me one last kiss and hold it a long long time
I want to feel that kiss till my head run feels like
Sometimes words are enough to kill over
Thanksgiving didn't give
So what should I hope for
I keep on looking for job
But job seems not to like me
out
Make me feel good when I let out the anger
It made me so mad had to motherfucking shout
My mind is so faded
I'm feeling so high
I fly like a heli
yes I know you feel it
You look like one of those dancers from the Hanson video (say what, say what?)
You little faggot ho', please give me some shit
yes I know you feel it
You look like one of those dancers from the Hanson video (say what, say what?)
You little faggot ho', please give me some shit
mouthes that I don't even like
Still trying to find a way to hide my darkest secrets
Grooming my unibrow so nobody can see it
We've all been bullied by
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