Lyrics:
you in this lyrical game
Your hype is dying thats why you keep on asking for more
I don't have shit to give for free man I've told u before
This music
that boy blow his whole paycheck
And I get it on with the freaks and weirdos
In the club surrounded by people
Some are scared to say that we're evil
passin rhymes with passin
Long hair white kid with a passion for this rap shit
Wait, your musics fucking trash you bastard
So far so good its just another
boats but not by choice keep ya mind moist
Experiencing blind joy growing up a foul boy
City where the righteous starve licans spar
Titans fall show y’all
music by myself no Ian signed to no label
Member them cold nights wit dukes and no cable
Hp lying to yo face telling y'all that he stable
No he ain't
Ou ou
If I tell you that I love you again
Would you believe that or just goin be cool as friends
If I dropped by surprise the look in ur eyes
privileged
Yeah I'm talkin' bout them white boy gunners
Give 'em karma
Broken, system's corrupt and so are the minds
It's sad these days everybody's got time
as bliss breathes
Im still writing iller tracks
Hold up I think they hating on me
Fresh in my white tees and im a fatis
Teams lay stop like a song I wrote
the system
Years by, how they still turn to play the victim
I believe in what I see, so I fear my religion
I still chew the kola bitter, it's my tradition
How
and building another
One thats a lil' more west than southern
Givin differently impoverished a chance
Town that filters into white trance
One without rappers
somethin' make sure you hear it right
Don't make a ass outta yourself, by assumin'
Our music keeps you movin' what are you provin'?
You know that I'm two
flipping keys, now they brick masons
Thin patience, hurry up, ya Lyft waiting
All these rappers, that I go against is obsolete
Bunch of D riders, and they
mama said to leave my bro alone (haha)
Still up in the manor, that's Grove (West 10)
Cruising through the music, I drove (skrrr)
White up in the tees
Why Can’t I Cry
Words and Music By: Justin Busch (justrbusch@yahoo.com)
V1:
Once I was a young boy waiting anxiously
For daddy to come home to me
to find who I am in this world
We're lost little boys and girls that're trapped perhaps
We shall all return to the black planet someday
And stop killing
think about
I can't stop thinking of you
Look bad words turning red from my lip stain
Hotbox you're blowing loud
That's that Rick James the music loud
Maneuver through the snakes and the sharks, white and great
They was with you from the start is always what they say
Watchin' every step along the way that
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