Lyrics:
the brains of our youth
The brains of our youth
Working nights just to get by but
I can't lie I'm getting so tired of
The same shifts been on the same grind
Tired of this cloud
Tying me down tying me down
Tired of this cloud
Tying me down tying me down
The red in my eyes
Yes I woke up on the wrong side
Maybe he lacks trust
Maybe he's tired of me
Well, I don't give a fuck
We need a change
We seek better days
Could we have it someday?
I really hope
Ain't give me a chance
Ain't gonna let you play me again
Ain't gonna let you do me the same
Might just let it all go to your brain
Go to your brain
They
by Hotline9)
Weed got me higher than a Martian
Fuck 12, they ain’t never gonna catch me
They ain’t start yet
SeeTwelveRun gonna kill it, I can’t stop
through the fingers of a rhyme (?singers?)
the smoke from my last hit still lingers
bring us your tired and your weary and your poor
i'm a take you higher
through the fingers of a rhyme (?singers?)
the smoke from my last hit still lingers
bring us your tired and your weary and your poor
i'm a take you higher
Till I get lost, in your eyes
Won't you be something that special to me, or are you gonna give me more pity
Oh, Poor Me, Oh Poor is my life
Won't you
Rich world, poor world, everyday it's gettin' modified.
Rich world, poor world, aren't you glad you're on the western side,
Individual luxury just
Pray for Me
Yuh
Bro bloque o ningún bloque
Ya
All of my life
Planned to be rich
Never had shit
Always been poor
Never had that
Never had this
I'm
to eye, why can't we see?
Don't under understand just answer me
BF: Lol, go die
I guarantee your bullshit
Won't get through to me
(Same Time) s:
For
didn't feel
A thing when they said anything about me
I know who I am and I know the mission that
Needs to be accomplished by
Me don't ever forget
That I am
"Give to me your tired and your poor
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore
Send these,
"Give to me your tired and your poor
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore
Send these,
comebacks
Split your tongue you f***** snake, I instigate
I built this room I knew they would try to infiltrate
Look at me with a different face
With
Tired of these rappers, tired of these jackers
I'm tired of these dances by these fuckin' backpackers
And I'm sick of all these hipsters, I'm sick
well
We are some partying mothafuckas"
Tired of these rappers
Tired of these jackers
I'm tired of these dances
By these fucking backpackers
And I'm sick
me
Get your hands up like you got a big question
Oh miss kitty can I use the restroom
I dunno, can you
Sit your ass down: I can't stand you
I'm
stop frontin to your friends like you knew me
Cause you don't and you never did, kid
So FUCK your respect and the shit you claim ya did
To all ya real,
Stacks on stacks on stacks yuh
That's what yo man lacks yuh
I got me some racks yuh
Yo man dress like trash yuh
I got tha Gucci Armani and Prada
Yo
A lesson in life, is a lesson with your wins
Bringing what I bring, living how I live
Giving how I give, living for this shit
Got the game under control, I'm
I met a girl in L.A. and she seemed alright to me,
She said she'd give me loving and she said it would be free,
She told me she would call me
the Shawty
Can you please give me your number
You looking really pretty
I can't risk to see you later
She look at me like brother you too poor to be my nigga
I
do not wanna wait
Get out of my face
Listen to rock every day
Just give me my space, Like I got no gravity (Aye)
I fuck yo bitch anyways
Don't give
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