Lyrics:
doesn't matter
There's not much more to
Not much more to live
Another foggy dawn
The mountain almost gone
Another doubtful fear
The road is not so
doesn't matter
There's not much more to
Not much more to live
Another foggy dawn
The mountain almost gone
Another doubtful fear
The road is not so
a brand new day
Early morning you pick a face
Find some shoes just to run a race
Live your life as a happy disgrace
Now you're growing up
Yea you're growing
once more!
Christine spoke of an angel ...
Prima donna your song shall live again
You took a snub but there's a public who needs you!
She has heard
leave the neighorhood
Unless i had to go downtown to them neighborhoods
That i worked in
Qne day thats gon' be my neighborhood, still! (still)
Put it
a bit of dirt but I've never got caught
If you wanna live like me well shit that's gonna cost lots
I don't fuck with trucks unless that shit is made by
I'll live or die
I just want to take it day by day the sun will rise
Cuz I did this all alone
Made it through the night
Narcissistic tendencies it's like
born out, while me will found her sea
Can be good day, without call me write me, i will lead your dreams
I won't live like Monroe
I will carry
of the glock
So cuckoo! The sounds I run are rollin' with the bodyguard
But don't forget the day it's sunny but it'll be foggy
And in the funeral, you'll be
Your girl ridin' with me, she is by my side
There used to be days where I'd wanna die
But now everyone knows that I'm on the rise
When I hit from
I crept commanded by an aching brain
A hollow casket without entrails
A vague reflection of a face
Day and night spawning my own pain
like chewing
We never been woke
Any cock crowing we shot with catapult
It was quiet foggy (Foggy)
Last night a mad drunk had come by me
And the few association
In the heart of the forest embraced by the trees
In the black foggy night we pray ancient gods
Under the leaves, under the light of the moon
Three
match it by design turn em round apple back
Swang thru cut battle axes
She tryna cuff her puss a patty wagon
Cloudy day my lungs
Blunt look like a bunt
Louis, go get it
Loubs with the spikes, she get it
Everything I got, she gettin' it, yeah
Bentley sedan, she get it
Hop out the Benz, she gettin' it
the county
Trying to find a better way
Surrounded by these debts to pay
Looking for a brighter day
But still it's all the same
Nothing new
Several distractions
taking 30 lives
Real your bitch in with a purse
Louis Vuitton vibe
Oh what a feeling seeing this money Falling From the sky
Now days gotta ride with
king mufuckin nasty man the one and only man
I got four hundred and thirteen days left
The streets forgot about me but don't forget man
I got a out
Lookbanz
Bitch I'm in Paris
Louis Chanel All on my body
No I ain't average
You know Imma manage
Watch me go savage
Bitch I'm in Paris
Louis Chanel
on
Tomorrow we'll pretty much uh I guess we're pretty much available all-day
So we'll talk to you tomorrow, goodbye honey"
Look here comes a crashing wave
as we try to join them on their journey
Then watch our lives drift by from the safety of our dreams
A sky of technolanium, the colours of the rainbow
and then I looked back in there
how did we get there?
the water was foggy
but I didn't really care
'cause stagnancy makes me drown
and I really want to live
She come through and just suck it off
So if you scared get a weapon
Every day a nigga live like he prepared for Armageddon
Now when they call me
from their resting place
To live in my day dream
So, returning to the land
That I once entered to pretend
To be more than I thought I could be
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