Lyrics:
On the firing line lock, one round load
Ready on the right? Ready on the left?
Ready on the firing line? Watch for your targets
Yeah, yeah, pay
ROOM TO FILL
I DON'T NEED cNOTHER NIGHT BUYIN' YOUR OVERPRICED
BUCKET OF ICED CHEcP CHcMPcGNE
TcKIN' ELEVcTOR RIDES UP cND DOWN
WcLKIN' BY OTHER
hard as fuck, I make you ask what was it
Boy you should have known by now, Eazy does it
I was knocking motherfuckers out
What's your name boy
Funky,
please take your aim at me
Cherish the thought
Of always having you here by my side
Cherish the joy
You keep bringing it into my life
Cherish your
on loan, Sadat rollin by your school
You brought your frontin friend Gwen, beggin for the Benjamin
I'll see you a ten, with a haircut, like Scottie
never see the sun!
Escape from the race by slowing it down
Escaping the water by learning to drown
Don't want the throne but I'll take some crown
Don't
Didn't expect it when life wasn't right
You pulled a lefty
Never guessed it but learning these lessons
That's what made me
Well respected but number one
Nah, what you get outta
Outta not writing your stuff down
On paper, you get the
More you know theexpression
The feeling yourself you know what
You
Brought myself up from the mud
Hoping that I do not bust
Can’t keep my mind off the run
Oh no It won’t ever shut up
Someone just fill up the blunt
station
I don't talk to cops
But they recognize your faces
I could spin the block
But this money I be chasing
Still could spin the block
Light the streets
Don't take a loss
If we're learning a lesson
Taking your prof
Issa repossession
I've got a confession
I've got an obsession
Did I give that impression
Is
that
Could pull it off not naming any names
Modeliste: How would you describe
Your personal style?
MGK: I like passing by mirrors or windows
Especially
Living water fill me up, Don’t got enough
Fill this empty heart with your love, till it’s enough
He opened my mind, told me I would never go
Driving a beat up bucket around this neighborhood all night
Stop at a gas station and turn down the head lights
Thinking about the place about to walk in
the river
So you cant light my face up anymore
Now I'm running out of time
Too tired to find your rhyme
I'm fucking losing it
I can't believe it ended up
I had shown a great acumen for playing music by ear. My father bought me a small keyboard that was maybe like one or two, maybe three octaves. And I
on the line
Receiving their strict orders from a station just behind
Georgie's mother came to him with a bucket on her arm
Saying, ?My darling son, be careful
buttons like ya brother's connect
I'm outta pocket like a glory hole, I've come for the head
I'm kinda choppy I could fill a Chum Bucket with legs
And fuck
forget it Donnie you're
Out of your element yeah, Young Gerald
If you think you can fill these shoes
Well then say so
If you think you can make these
Showing bere ribs
That some cage shit
We show our gratitude by wearing clothes made from the same cotton they paid with
Everyday shit
You can fill the ocean
Watching television one afternoon
Looking for a movie or a good cartoon
Stop by a station's commercial break
And suddenly I'm faced with a heartache
Silent angel
How your eyes fill the sky's
I am the darkness
Without you by my side
Aimless morning
Lead me through the days
Endless learning
Discovering
Go
Once I'm inside I go right for the kill
I will tear at your flesh until I've had my fill
Then they will scream
Why do you do this to me
I must
digger's ass
Oceanside it ends the ride, San Clemente coming up
Sunday desperadoes slip by, gas station closed,
Cruise with a dry back
Orange drive-in
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