Lyrics:
I went to Staten Island, Sharon
To buy myself a mandolin
And I saw the long white dress of love
On a storefront mannequin
Big boat chuggin' back
rap this
Enlightening minds with my lyrical tactics
In life everything ain't always what it seems
But people are enchanted by things that gleam
You
to the turf
And she know that I'm from the dirt
But shit I get clean for you bae
Imma get Celine for you bae
Imma put you in Amiri jeans for the day
Let me know
niggas bitches homie
Das why I’m by my lonely
Cus when I’m all alone
I tend to feel dem demons on me
Like why dem demons want me
Like why dese demons
on the outside
I couldn't stop thinking 'bout it, no matter how hard I tried
I'd burned the boat and the bridge
And strayed myself on the island
They say life's
Traveling down this same lonely road
I’ve been feeling less and less at home
But what’s a home if I’m all alone
Always push away those I hold close
Allah just, I lay it for the mix tapes
Quick to quake a label-mate
The sound came outta rusted crate
Surrounded by cobwebs
Beat smooth enough
By the sea in the sand
I want to escape this land
Want to go on a boat
But I remember that I'm broke
Want to feel wild wind
I want to win
A great run
INTRO
This land is your land
This land is my land
From California
Right to the NewYork Island
VERSE 1
Vision on the stove
Baking bread in
I ain't lonely, but I spend a lot of time alone
More than I'd like to, but I'm okay with staying home
By how the last few months have changed
I
tell by the way
You look when I'm looking at you
I know it ain't fit and proper
for a girl to talk this way
But I can't cope with this loneliness
and me
They asked me
If you could go
Anywhere would you go
You can Travel by a car
Or a plane or a boat
You can travel any distance
Or you can stay close
listening
To Anderson's Malibu
In the afternoon we all rip
My boat round the coastline
Then write the studio so I'm
Closer to cosign
Then spend some time
We sailed on a fishing-boat
between these two shores
the Island of Lovers
and the Island of Whores
You at the helm getting
soaked to the skin
granny why she picked Wisconsin
But shit Home sweet home
Road to riches a lonely road
Niggas switched now I'm 2 on
Fuck these bitches I'm Frozen Soul
Neck
mind be flying so free
I'm in control of everything
My life is like a lucid dream
I'm in paradise my lonely days and nights
On this island
Surrounded by
for this
I swear I get it off the love
Louisiana nigga you can tell
By my mothafuckin' grammar
I swear I got 3 hoes with
Me just like I'm Santa
These
a thousands, still get my lobster from city island (you know it, nigga)
Life ain't what it seems (nah)
From the dirt but a niggas still clean (I'm from
come with no key (AMG)
I'm on the beach, I got sand on my feet (yeah)
Gun by my arm, shoot when I reach (arm)
I did it first, and they got it from me
It get lonely at the top I know
But when this ship sail, too many of em gonna try and sink my boat
But when I look into night sky it just comes
and
An bhfuil cead agam dul go dtí an leithreas?
My Ireland is Zig and Zag and top shelf mags
Pearse lonely as an old woman defiant in defeat
My Ireland is
The boat stopped moving. And we were stuck out on the sea.
There was no land in sight, and it started getting dark.
And we were surrounded by hundreds
If I wish not to record steady now then I wash dishes
Wish while I wash, the water hot gets colder
Black I'm saying that in fact the dish gets clean
and chill, living my life for real Doing the same thing tomorrow, cause you know the deal
You know about my paper when you see me out
I'm riding clean, bet
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