Lyrics:
nigga from Chatt-Town
A raw lyricist
But his song making is Smackdown
Wrestling with my demons telling me "I aint shit"
That aint me
The real ISO would
When it rains it pours, these open doors become locked
Gotta stop, at the top, cuz then you risking the drop
Not a prophet for making profit,
Pizza in the evening sun
Spending time by our new
House way down deep in Abington
The view
Is so sweet
And you lift up my head
Sing, it’s time to go
sittin on a fence
Livin in the present tense
Looked out on the settin sun
After all his work was done
Thought of places far away
And how he'd like to live
flaws but I got nothing to repent
I'm feeling higher by the day now
Better but we let it slip away how
Got too much to say wow
I know I'm waiting but I it
like a fairground
Come in pairs make that butt bounce
Trollied on the molly
Coming up when the suns down
Prepare to Get teared out
Sniff a couple lines
a sudden making apologies
Now see what U doing me
Sane fio ni obolor mi
Going away so u can have ur peace
Wanna burn some calleries
I'm cool
So many
in his heart
KC was dead by the 3rd one
That wasn't even Judy real spot
Judy lied to get his head knocked
Judy stayed in the 7th ward
About a block
left me
And put it to some use
Went looking for an answer
With those three cords and the truth
I come down from the mountain
I come walkin' in
Down to the mountain and bleed for my brothers
Take me to the high road
Take me to the place they hide those
Eyes open mind closed
Far away from
It is strong, it can take it if you can't
Your sinews are more intuitively designed for dance
Well, it set up a random course safely away from suns
their time up
From sun down they party till its sun up
Light the candle and then turn the lights out
Partners in crime they make money with make up
rate that's kind
To this anxious mind, this anxious mind, this anxious mind
Put down your anxiety, come and fly away with me
Everybody wants to see
waiting for my deus ex machina
And I'm forever changed by this chemical burn
Skin on my fingers peeling, making way for my new form
I grip the steering
A nigga ready from the get go (blowe, blowe, blowe)
Y'all hear my shit go, it's Andre, can yo punk ass come out to play?
Stay in your little hole,
still offended 'cause I'm a retard
He tryna be hard, we tryna be safe
By making it hard for you to create
Niggas that heard of me fight and debate
I
, matching like Santa
If I could just reach my hammer
He bust two shots, I played mice
Ran to the spot were the sun was at, quickly he was blinded by the ice
a tight jam, red down, matching like Santa
If I could just reach my hammer
He bust two shots, I played mice
Ran to the spot were the sun was at, quickly
like four
Then i need ten then 50 more
Repeat the cycle til I'm gone
I'm making noise like thunderstorm
One bill from kicking down they doors
All
make you go bananas way past their sell by date
Until you use your melon and just throw em away
So when life gives you lemons fuck the lemonade
Smoke
price cause all I do is play nice
And I hang around gang of guerrillas that love to fight I'm the ice
Man I'm far away from the sun but I'm still hot
Keep my blunt rolled, ain't no secret
Blow like 3 zips, me and po run
Brand new Guccis, big ass chain on
Where my plane goin'? down Miami
Sun gon' tan
already set down the raceway
We just need to accept, and say ‘okay’
Then we'll fly up up and away
He’ll be by the door on the gateway
And welcome us up into
my rhyme and get the hell away
Just last week when I was walking down the street
I observed this lovely lady that I wanted to meet
I walked up to her
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