Lyrics:
friend
The man in the coonskin cap by the big pen
Wants eleven dollar bills you only got ten
Look out, kid
Look out, kid, because it's somethin' that
with a big butt?
Hell yeah! Hell yeah! Hell yeah!
Do you like a bitch with no kids bruh?
Hell yeah! Hell yeah! Hell yeah!
Do you like a bitch with
spraypaint and ink pens
It's an expression coming out of a simple can of paint
Look, it's the easiest way for the average kid to paint things using himself
floors
Or else he'll hear you and you'll be done for
Hide where you can maybe he'll pass by
This ain't no dream better open your eyes
It's been some time
about
But I can't help but worry in the back of my mind That I'll turn out just like you
Kids with bright future become adults with dark secrets
I used
seen hell I can show you how the heat felt
They'll know your place of rest by that stale breeze smell
In love with petite females tryna swim up in that
into my kid he'll take your girl
Probably do some crazy shit that'll make me fucking hurl
I'ma raise fucking army gun toting other levels
They be rag
an act of war
It's laughable to think you'll bring back the norm
We have ink, but no malpractice forms
"But Henry! You never gave a crap before?"
I was on top
Looking at the bottom
Hit the switch
Or hit the column
Another kid dead
By the feds
Oh they got him
I was sitting in my room
Looking
should know by now big dawg
The embodiment of my hatred and my rigged flaws
Pain reaching through my heart, my lungs, and my ribs
Saw my happiness swim
you ain't even know dat lingo
(Kid Ink)
I say uh you ain't even know dat lingo
I grand prix in the black gran torino
To the club run the door down like
All I gotta do is,
Simply make the greatest masterpiece ever conceived by human students
Once I am convinced that the kid's been inside the laborious
Turn the receiver back on, Kiki stay repeatin'
Apple Watch sends boom bap, BPM ain't 90
Multiply that by two, ask how I'm alive g
Habumbupbupbuhbuh,
Eventually there will be hell
The future just does not look well
All fair use, it was made by myself
Just do it, put your ego on the shelf
In
on the wind /Hell of a story where do I begin /
I do not do friends /and I don’t do amends .
Back when my borrowed my lil sister's Benz/ Back when I saw all
the ink's last letter
Which'll never turn his back, back catcher, I grab
Extra magazines I'm in, to remind me of the places I've been
Returning to visit
and secrets
Of ink stained, panic-stricken 5 star heathens
Under storms of hell, through tropical fevers
Excitement of the first days of bushfire seasons
back
And let yourself protrude from something else, no food
But you're gonna tell your dude that you're having my baby
What the hell, that's rude
But
the dead,
I grab him by the face and ? into the back of his head
Its crushed, like the butcher do meat
Manic depressive monster inside my mind ready to be
pain of memories past
We find ways to play it back
Let's play it back
Tattoo memory
I love the feeling of the ink
The color it bleeds
Memories that cause
show no failing
Cos I'm a freak, when I speak and I won’t go graciously
What, you thought we were done? (Hell nah hell nah)
What, you thought we were
the bible
It can form puddles
I hear stumblin' and rumblin' in the back
I can hear a big tumble, followed by with a crash
It's your match
I hear mumblin'
Too
to thinkI probably put this ink on my back for him
I want you to laugh and sing more,
But you dropped anchor in a place
where dreams go to die and you're
times in the past when I had to run
Like getting chased as a kid by the Dobermans
I jumped off the porch enlightened from the sun
You got to stand on all
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