Lyrics:
Your so damn toxic I'm feelin' like it's poison
You claim to pull the trigger but you playin with a toy gun
I run this bitch, yep that's my favorite
Intro
They cant be gay... Can they? Oh noooooo
Suck on his, nuts nuts nuts
Fucking me, rough rough rough
Fuck on his ,butt butt butt
By the way
miss you and I need you and I want you, but sometimes
Sometimes I just want to be alone
clways looking and a listening and a waiting for a
c little
outside, little kid I played
Mind wasn't corrupted by the new age wave
Where we hide away
And we please others
But we're still unhappy
I wanted to grow up,
of bullets for me, if I only asked, or even if I didn't
What went so wrong then, you ask?
Is it only my deathly brain I'm trying to mask?
With my tight, lacy
derange you
No, this ain't your brain, I'm inside
Me against the world
I'm another toy, is this kinda limit
If my mind is a note, the sky is my symbol
My
Life is like a game of chess
gotta Strategize I’m
Always tryna to do my best
Overanalyze
My brain is turning to a mess
Cause I fantasize bout
All
spirit saw a lot of scary things
And I'm scared they go hear em
Inner thoughts let em rang
Imma sip a little serum
Pink Floyd in my brain
Break the mold
the captain
Like the little monkey toy
They never quit their clappin
Yappin yappin yappin
Replaced our need for passion
Now everyday we cappin
So imagine,
Death
than your toy
AOTP, we above the law
See the cops start running
Nigga call the dogs
They can't see me, I throw that Molotov
And clear the whole field
Ay ay ay yuh
Ah yuh ay ay
Told that bitch fuck you
I've been living by the minute
Pick up the cash, take it back, watch how it pivot
Brand new kicks
she can give me one on jury.
Says hung, got her sprung, she felt that I'm young.
Her little toy boy, make her lick my ass wit a tongue.
She's so
hittas fly
Can't be elite, when we bang, you retreat
I deliver all the scripture that your brain really need
Win inside the winners like the pain for
mindset
The little boy playing with his toys, with dreams in his eyes
Went somewhere nobody could find him
And he created the chains that bind him
vein and my brain ain't
No wife, night time got parlay, plucka plucka, in the mix now
Ya cocksucka,
you get flavour like a skittle when I rip a rhyme
We saw you every day with your hands on your crotch and so much to say
You went from bouncing toy cars with golden motors to neon striped
BMWs
to me
They only see what they wanna see, man
They're half blind collect the bag
Already tell you I should half mine
Chattin' to my little nigga by
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