Lyrics:
rainin
I feel amazing
Even on, even on bad days
Find greatness
Meet me at Ashby Station
Green room, but it is not vacant
Keep your family close
As they
kind of love, she feels some type of way
BWA Imma smooth operator
Ask me why I got this rod and I might take precaution
Different thoughts I'm hearing
to light up a track?
Who's a class act, got so much back
And guarantees to throw it down like that
Haha
My worst days
Would have your best ways pop
It's all
You that motherfucker shit
I know
This ship became a trip, Cabo
Up in the womb, but you can feel it when I kick it, I know
And you too must be
many miles from town,
A friend--Jim Stevens--brought supplies and he stayed to hang around.
That day two wardens--Pogue and Elms--rode into check
create and tape
A series for me
Lyrically he not hard, fuck Akh bars (Akbar)
The ratchet that'll blow his top
Off I call Teairra Mari
It couldn't be
convince myself
That it just wasn't real, but that's not the way it feels
Operator, well could you help me place this call
Well, I can't read the number
that the only way's to hate
But the way I see it we're all the same
We're all the same
We are not criminals the prejudice prejudge us
BLACK LIVES MATTER
that (wow)
There is nothing inside
Not even a soul (No!)
Head heart hand
That's how that it goes
We are leading by example
Zoulist in this making beats
& Mallory
It feel like aliens abducted started to fuck with me
Tweaked a couple thangs then stopped half way thru
Kuz I been on some other shit that I'm
I use that
Machete to Butch Cassidy by the way
His two faggot ass sons' names
Is Shane and Cassidy bang! That's blasphemy
That's the main catastrophe
deep in the bentley
Hell yeah I be speedin', that's why niggas resent me; ugh!
[Chorus]
Yeah, uh
I said to hell with the past, it's time to live
to having violent psychotic
Quick devour polish it, politics
By the way I'm higher than the Eiffel Tower tip
I like writin'
But I will stick this pencil
Invested in farming and putting people up on they bills
You never had it so i can see how you niggas may feel
You contradict everything you say by the way
live
I exist in places you never even dreamed of
Sipping on Jim Beam
When I die will you miss me
Feel like i'ma die when I whip that six speed
Or die
and forget the past
Feel like a running back, the
Way that I’m moving fast,
My team they could watch
My back, I must move forward
My money go higher
My stress
capitalism's grip
Like I literally done no
Improvisation with this er
BPD
Weird effect
Way, this is our way
Trying to ignore it but
I feel more and more that I
a kiss, guess I couldn't hide it
Cause when you walked up to me, you caught me by surprise
Yeah
Now I'm thinking bout the things that we boutta do
You just
don't break my heart
I felt a weight lift from my chest
Now that you know just how I feel
I held it in for far to long
I couldn't tell if this was
And I can't tell you how it feels
Being told by you that none of this was ever real
And I know you steal my heart
Though I don't control you maybe we can
slide there's not
Fucking option (ski ski)
Shawty too bad she way
Too bad she wan suck my sausage
But I'm in the whip getting to it...
And there's no
like Ray Charles
So I know that y'all blinded by the light
Makin' it hard to fight
You making it tough at night
You ain't sleeping
In some way, you know
stare, whatever
It's going
I stop by the lake of strangled crane
It was the color of copper
I saw the crane operator
Heard the operator swallow
Have you ever felt caged by
A beast you can't atone, oh
And everyone surrounds you, still it
Makes you feel alone, yah
We all got problems, seems
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