Lyrics:
team freezed up
I know you knew the name, gull, when you seen us
Walkin' up in the V.I.P., I.M.P. when I walked by
Man, I, don't holla at no lame ho's
I
crawling
Each day we descend
Toward our bitter end
Is it too late to mend as we
Watch it all falling
Well, I guess not everything can be fixed or mend
Maybe
With the Furies breathing down your neck
Team by team, reporters baffled, trumped, tethered, cropped
Look at that low plane, fine, then
Uh oh,
On and on until the bitter end
High hopes we had they feel like lead
Our flags in tatters, torn by love and hate
The bitter wind’s not heaven sent
No passion
won them by a landslide
They come ends, get boyed then try to bill us
I don't beg friends, you can fly with no proppelers
They don't like man, but
With the Furies breathing down your neck
Team by team, reporters baffled, trumped, tethered, cropped
Look at that low plane, fine, then
Uh oh,
that I'm on the bitter side of sweet.
That I act this was is really no my fault.
It just means all the sweet things I got to say,
Come along with
light on my offerings
Feel like you giving too much neck, start neglecting my praise
Send a display, Wik Da God, end of the day
Address me by my name
splendorous truth
It takes a bitter and gruelling end
To be more than our mindless daze of youth
Perhaps inhaled by infinity
Like madness may simply be my
Baby let my mind run underneath warm jets
So now I'm so low that I can see under
The skirt of an ant
So low that I don't get high no more
When I
shaken by the approach taken
My soul is exposed naked, I'm blatant, I'm so brazen
That's why I'm the most hated, runnin' on low patience
I'm road
me open
Baby, I just wanna make you mine
By the end of the night, end of the night
By the end of the night
It's inevitable and incredible, listen,
bitter
But there’s other fish that can make you feel better
Once you learn to love ya self that shit won’t even matter
Can’t be happy by yourself
Won’t be
having a girl strip
Girls feel accomplished with likes on a pic
Low standards how can I share
Spent 10 years becoming over prepared
Once felt despair
No
a squirrel now she bitter
She mad in her feelings she typing on Twitter
Damn how you gone get mad but don't gotta bag what that make you just a lil quitter
I
Pick of the litter
Pick of the crop
I feel like Jigga
I got the rock
Look at the time
I had to watch
Niggas be bitter
And plot on my spot
Look
want me so bad ain't no billy jean
I might extort her
Play this shit quarter by quarter
You'll end wit a quarter
My quarter a billion
That ZaZa on me
me
Now low life's gonna run me around
So let me tell you somethin' sister
Remember your name
No twister, gonna steal your stuff away
My sister
No, I don't have time for a call
If word's urgent you can post it on my wall
I don't have time to inhale
Waste batteries
Miss the next e-mail
On an old town road
This engine is speedy
You never could beat me
I know that shit cold
You better be easy
By the end of this shit Ill be like Nefertiti
Boy
saving the world, no just mankind
Because the world is limited heaven is forever
That's why i'm so clever when I endeavor with whoever
Mind is in sync, my
the bitter ass end
cnd just like that, Love turned into hate
Never knew our love would disintegrate
Had the appetite, just only wanted a taste
Time went by
And his face became spotty
Yes his face became spotty
And his voice dropped down low
And things started to grow
On young Brian and show
He was certainly no
on. Reaching for your Hammer, My nigga you ain't tucking none, pulled up on you... He end up Dying by His Own Gun. Danger!!! Don't get consumed by your
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