Lyrics:
Hologram]
Complexities break entities when hardcore be the factor
Physically shatter by the cause of the megacosm distractor
Fractured by my supernatural
broke,
And I know he ain’t fucking with me.
Put his ass in the trash,
Like the Grouch. (grouch)
That boy still sleep on the couch.
He pop one more slick
just like me
'Cause you know I grouch and groan
Lying in my quilted coffin
Rethinking all I've said
Drained of vitality by
All my existential dread
know it's hard
To let me in
I know you're scarred
By all of the things that I done before
And all of the people that I loved before
The insults start
is
I slid by just to see you
You one of my favorite people
Favors returned you dont know what this means to
Me, but one day I'll see to it
Three missed
Ha ha, ha ha, Roc-A-Fella y'all
Futuristic shit, bee-atch
Uh, what the fuck? How we do, how we do
Uh huh, uh huh
It's the eventual triple platinum
a girls contact
Without a contract
You just a lame duck
waiting to get chose in the club
By a good woman
Maybe she bad though
But I don’t see the signs
Considered to be more liberal
The Democrats were supposed to
Be more futuristic in
Their approach the Democrats were supposed
To have more empathy and
Be more
fifty
Can't you tell by my cut why I'm pimpin'
And if I hit one time she's limpin'
And if he trick one dime he's simpin'
'Cause we don't do it like
The Arrival
Leaving by the same door from which he had come in,
He finds some sort of freaks ghetto on the other side.
When they catch sight
Sippin N Leanin
By: B-Futuristic & tAllent
Chorus
Got the Candy paint drippin
Candy flippin N my visions twisted
Take another swig
Yeah im sippin
Ouhhh no, no, no ,yeah
DaZhaun
Scars all on my body, body
Scars on my body yeah
Scars all up on my body cannot heal this shit
Thinking futuristic
pessimistic?
To wish that life was just simplistic?
'Cos then I wouldn't let go
And get my feelings blown up
By a wish that isn't futuristic
But fuck it, I've
clean
I'm whipping this bitch and I tell her just get in
Futuristic car you bitch can't sit in
Bitch think I love her bitch I'm kidding
Hundred million
Nothing makes sense, but it does, oh girl
But you assume that it's all cursed
Oh my darling, you are not the first
Welcome to the futuristic world
This is
pessimistic?
To wish that life was just simplistic?
'Cos then I wouldn't let go
And get my feelings blown up
By a wish that isn't futuristic
But fuck it, I've
It feels like I'm all by my self
Been doing drugs way to long fuckin up my mental health
Check me into a rehab cause I need help
Get fucked up so
of female muppet in a doctor's uniform)
The doctor makes you well real quick
If by chance you're feeling sick
She works and works the whole day long
normal off of drugs
I just don't get it
And then I saw John Cale
he's been looking really great
He's been coming by the office to exercise with me
normal off of drugs
I just don't get it
And then I saw John Cale
he's been looking really great
He's been coming by the office to exercise with me
It's not usual, the game be, all up on some South shit
Straight west coasting, you can tell by my outfit
Red 'nati fitted, "Blood in, Blood out"
by a different bunch hot little girls
Speed it up, and let a real niggas see what ya got lil' girl
Got lil' doe, got something to blow
You wanna get
[Eligh]
No diamonds would be bought by this man
If I took a lucky strike and hit the jackpot
Would I rot in hell or prosper
Cottontail the offer
Oscar, no wonder muh'fucker I'm a (Grouch)
I work around dirt, eyes focused on turf
You tried to hide before your NexTel chirp!
Blaow gotcha, you the best
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