Lyrics:
out of your misery by frying pan
Even though demons are feeding on you and your dying in pain it was your plan
Cuz I warned you don't take the vaccine,
throwing shade
I put my best foot forward, I let my worst moves go
Can't stop me cold in my tracks
Ain't never trudged through no snow
Yeah I'm from Texas
and
The tik toc milage
I live to be timeless
Been the same from the start
Same name same heart
I'll neva change for you
I'll neva change for you marks
In this
part of success when they out of their breath
Homie you lackin’ the drive
So I put them in park and just tell to focus
I got my mind and my drugs yeah
in Bedrock, surrounded by rubble
Just a youngin' in trouble
Took a shot and then made it a double
Took a shot and then made it a double
This that food
if you playin'
Never had a friend like me know that dick amazing
No I ain't from Texas got no chainsaw
But a nigga slayin'
Full ambition
Fuel
the things I write
Until you spend a night in the South Park twilight
I'm steadily trying to reach my black folks
But all you want to see is a nigga
pants are so tight
When you dance with O. Trice, your implants explode
So cold to dykes, the chance is snow in San Francisco (oh)
Boy, I'm from Detroit
come from taking L's
Losing to the streets
Either feening for a drug or drug out by police
Bitches put in me in the friend zone
Now they want me cause
chasing a hearse
Or you can grind on your downtime
Man, trust me it works
I'm just saying it works
I came a long way from that shorty that would hoop in
What's that noise, In the night the most sentuent voice,
the song of love from an angelic boy, stuck in my head,
and this is what he said,
I am gopher
from where you bust
In God you now entrust
Dog you like hound and mutts, Pound Pups get sound struck
Clown what? You'll get drowned in the cut
While
stream //
I’mma beam you in and baby flash me on my live feed //
I eat, you eat, my team winning beside me //
Fucking up the budget got us feeling stupid
bitch won't catch me lackin' bitch I'm clutchin'
You would think I was in Cali smoke my opps all out in public
Super charger in that cat I hop out bitch
Folks, Id like to sing a song about the American Dream
About me, about you
About the way our American hearts beat way down in the bottom of our
on the roof, really? You ain't livin' how I live
You gotta watch them niggas who only seen the hood from out they window
We was outside
We was puttin' two
manipulates the world in front of me
Faces split in two
Is this who we are
Saw this coming through
The true lies there in you
From these hallowed days
You
A horror movie morning
The last thing my girl meg saw was a puzzle to saw her legs off
To save her life from jigsaw
And that was after the massacre, Texas
This shit is fresh out the oven
Fresh out the oven
I'm back in this bitch, nigga you know what's up
Stackin' my dividends
Straight out that
they was doin
You should've been thru with nigga
We from the south they from the north
We live by different codes
Get some money move out the hood was
She caught up in her feelings yeah
I know baby it can get tough
She want me to fall in love
Fuck her fast she like it rough
Hit from the front she
from?
[Fading in]
Brooklyn, New York to wherever you at
This is autobiographical taking you back
I live a charmed life
We going back in the years
the Screwed Up Click
You'll get hit and we'll make it
To be on your way
It's automatic these niggas don't
Want no problems
When I'm flossing in a boss and mine
used to like the rolo
Pennies from the fairies landing on my pillow
Sixty frames per second
Hollywood in slo-mo
Holidays in far far aways
Magic
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