Lyrics:
died of overdose
We got P's in da trap
Leave dey ass lit like a stove
Police steady taking pics
Gotta switch up da clothes
Niggas be flodgin
Niggas out
Nursery
School to be a head doctor, oh!
I’m that message in the bottle that
You read but didn’t follow
Now yo head is filled with hollows
And you layin’ in
Message in a bottle
Let me get a swallow
Fillin' up my cup
Section full of models
And we goin' up like it's a Tuesday
Drankin' 'til I'm woozy
up.
Police comin', set no sail.
Come with me boy, you're sleepin' in jail.
You're goin' down.
I think your good time is up.
I said get the bottle
the mind.
Mixing that coke with that arm & that hammer.
Chased by police on them radio scanners.
Living for colors that’s on a bandanna.
And they die for
the mind.
Mixing that coke with that arm & that hammer.
Chased by police on them radio scanners.
Living for colors that’s on a bandanna.
And they die for
to never changed
I walk the streets and the path that he paved
If I went back in time, even then I can't save
I'm in pain, mentally
Messages I sent late
Now
I'm sick in the head
When I shoot the bitch til She dead
I put my dick into some
Red
Red rum red rum red rum
I'm sick in the head
When I shoot
I'm never done paying my dues
My mind frame is "I'm forever making my payments"
I walk by a so called tough guy, watch him tuck his chain in
No
Nepoy (Stand up in Cree)! Stand up!
Police Hand Cuffs!
Hands Up! Shots Fired!
Pipelines! White lies!
Nepoy (Stand up in Cree)! Stand up!
Moving in
of course
Who rides a horse in Nashville? I might
I got bicycles for the kids, tricycles for the babies
M-80s, bottle rockets, bottles in my pocket
straight to the head l, I'm talkin' straight out the bottle
And oh lord, I can't save myself
Diamonds dancin' on a nigga like I play myself
Tryna do right by
and hard place Like a bottle with a message
I'm runnin' out of patience I've been drownin' in aggression
Blame others for my wrongs It's just probably my
celebrating too
'Cause somebody gave me an E
Why would I break it in two?
I don't do things by halves
A whole E is as holy as I get
Take care of you
in disguise
With no consequences the murders will continue
Over one-hundred-and-seventy people of all races
Have been murdered by police in Portland
nigga Sunday to Saturday
Got a son on the way I'm a daddy
In the studio high like an attic
Lord save me cuz I'm just an addict
Bottle service bitch
they making mills read the message In the bottle educated scholar doing time in cngola tell abolish the prisons and free all the soldiers yeah
the handle
I'm hearing sirens but I just wanna run away but I can't
Jason's gone by the time police are comin'
They saw that ain't no one else in the house
I ain't stoppin'
I pour a deuce up inside of my bottle
Askin' for somethin', I ain't givin' a dollar
Get shot in the face if that bitch got
all in one message
These are all my confessions
This industry aint in the streets
And sometimes I wanna tear it down
I wanna tear it down
I wanna tear
Make some room for me
PE in your beeper, hun you can read it and weep
My old hoes call me now, leave a message after the beep
I don't wanna speak no I
Make some room for me
PE in your beeper, hun you can read it and weep
My old hoes call me now, leave a message after the beep
I don't wanna speak no I
the message
Sent in the glass bottle
Faith give me
My throttle
So telling me
Stop my guy
Don't bother
Nobody can
Stop me from
Fulfilling my destiny
coming home
I can see in your eyes you've been left alone
I've made a little magic by the light of the moon
Sent a message in a bottle begging come back
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