Lyrics:
You can reach into your pocket
While I reach into my mind
Clarity is so divine
We just single the design
The physical we inherit
By visions on TV
sweet, done by my hand
Polishing this frame of mind, jacked it up an ax to grind
Fuck 'n dodge, stay unaligned
My recognition face
Some get withered, some
reason, Joseph McVey keep his pistol near
Come and get me, so you can put your hands on my riches
The only alliby I need to squeeze it, and ain't digging
in a letter
Thought it might be easier
The words might come out better
How's your mother, how's your little brother?
Does he still look just like
need your daddy
Just pick up the phone
And I'll fly
As fast as I can
And I'll hold your hand
And I'll make you smile again
But baby don't cry
girl in your frilly little world
Won't you give me your sweet smile
(first solo)
If you come tonight bring someone
If you come tonight bring someone
design
So intricate like hand spun rugs
They say they talking outside
But I hear no love
I feel the shots in my back
But there's no slugs
I brush
a little love when i'm near you
Give a little hope when i'm by your side
I give you everything that you asked for
You gotta stop now, now you're in
the morning and go raid the medicine cabinet
Every word I spit is murder on the page of this tablet
I spit out a fucking bullet from this gauge at your fabric
Gotta shotgun fuck around
And pop one leave your fuckin' top done
Like the body shop on a mardi gras
Bad little bitch keep the gat
In the party bra
You
don’t play that she looking for me
When she find me it may be murder scene
That belt in her hand put fear inside of me
My ego be tripping boosting self
up the upper hand
Baby I can tell that your bluffing
Popping runner bands
You would think that shit was disgusting
I'm the little man bout to put
Y'all think this shit happened overnight
It just shows how little y'all know.
What you know about walking down TBS in the 90's
Or moving a couple
like plotting they own demise
No surprise, cutting them ties, bouta let murder incentivize
Kill him, eat a burger, a shake and fries, hit VU, earn my
Irons were in the fire as I made up a funeral pyre
Of sticks and stones and stories that I wrote
Loved ones gathered round like a murder of crows
to murder it out
All black everything, all black everything
All black everything
Lurking in the corner
Murdered out as always
Like we're all in
Lyrics impeccable, your shit just a little bit terrible
Uh, am spittin seminal statements
Maintainin difficult schedules
Grim gimps are vegetables, thinkin
Attracted to the hullabaloo
Get blown like balloons
Hit you like a monsoon
In the middle of June
Got your balls shriveled like prunes
Shredded macaroons
In
a couple bands
Get off your ass and go and get it Shit ain't falling in yo hand
Want my whole gang up I wish I can do it I'm that type of man
We gone up for
ass man
He said, that's what you get, you shouldn't have burned my hand
Scared, I'll have me homie, I'm getting ready to cuff
I'm facing all my demons
wanna do right by your side
Ain't tryna slide on some fake shit
Keepin' it a hunnid with you girl
'Coz you make me feel
So good
Ms. Jackson hit the dance
If you a downer stay the fuck outside the club, ho
If you tired, wake the fuck up for the town, ho
If you brown nosed, keep your mouth closed
By any
Take me by the hand
Then take me by the waist
It's not like we're taking chances
We're wasting time by waiting
Hold me more
'Kiss me more'
Like Doja
ain't NOBODY free. We all being watched quietly
National security's an invasion of privacy
Drug Trafficking, conspiracy, murder and piracy
What America
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