Lyrics:
who provides the food,
But can't afford to buy you shoes.
Nah 'llow that boy, I'm here for life,
And I want your one to be nice
So I'm gonna stick by
my style
I turned her ova, she couldn't take this dick
While I was fuckin her I said you gon' respect me bitch!
The next day I told the boys, I got in
Or the boy left shaking and cold outside your door?
Do you remember the boy who fell in love with a girl
Halfway across the world?
It was just a passing dream
to mess up my flow
I knock em dead with a bow
No Sarakuma but I'm low
I'll put your boy on a shirt
I got more rockets to blow
Bloody hands on the door
You
know what I would've wanted
11, 22, 63, the ghosts of Oswald called out with glee
I just wanted somebody to cry, so I know that this life's not a lie
We
under my feet the boys stop for a smoke in the sun and watch girls cross from the job centre to the station a drunk stands in the door of a pub, a bunch
Trash Next Door
Indie Trash Next Door
Indie Trash Next Door
Next Door, Next Door
Don't want you, or need you
Forget me, I'm a reject
Cast my cards, I'm
boy
You know you knocked out
You do not wanna box boy
Everybody know that you a fuck boy
And everybody know you like to fuck boys
That ain't even
floppin'
New shit looking like it's knocking
Rap game, not a game, well I ain't broke so it's cast off
Really I been keepin' shit a hunnid like the Cubbie
nigga" boy
That mean I got cheat codes
Guns sing like the leader of the Glee show
BAPE on the cape, no, I'm not a hero
VVS cold, no subzero
Gettin' money
and I'm low on money
This addiction running it's toll on me
I wish I could quit, but it's not that easy
I've tasted failure, I've slept at it's door
It
I want you to be the way I want you to be
And when you're not it hurts me like shredded tape,
Something sticky for security wrapped tight around
Growing up on that whole crop
Closed doors till next time
Till next time
Farmer lover boy trying to find my voice
Farmer unemployed, Farmer by my choice
got a blunt then roll that shit
Wait a minute bitch, fold that shit
Whistle with, the hata next door on the side
Ima ride on my ho like a long brain
it's over with)
Get up off your ass, stand by the door
You lazy in the trap (you really ain't sellin' shit)
I know I'ma make it out, but lately
I
They think that they know, something 'bout my life
Not in the same class, not on the same flight
Maybe the same club, just not the same lights
of blue
How those eyes could flash at you (How those eyes could flash at you)
Boys hung 'round her by the score
But she loved the boy next door who worked
a drone
Not a sleigh)
Facebook reminder, time to go out and shop
And your government's infiltrated by
Russian black ops
Christmas so white, like the nazi
and take an ad out in the daily Politika
They says for a good time call this Ecuador slash Venezuelan chica
Next day at the airport meeted by a greeter who
to throws you out the door
The mother kept on crying
Early the next morning the some came and knocks on the door
He said Mama get your stuff together
get caught fast i'll
Make it your last lie
You make up every single story
Just to pass by
You cast eyes on me and I felt harassed-by
Your last cries
chest"
But I'm not phased at all, I thought you'd know by now
She had become a nightmare, but was still priority
It's not like I had anywhere important
And why were we driving in a convoy? Who goes book shopping by convoy? I don’t read anymore as you know, all the same, nobody goes book shopping by convoy.
house
Right next door
To the rehearsal hall
We were taken in
To a room that smelled of bin
With an empty fridge
And a banana in the sink
There were
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