Lyrics:
Remember when you were young in the 70 time zone
Stages, ages about seven I say kid
The dress code of our parents looked awfully outrageous
Not down on em,
winner call me Jillian
I'm about to kill again
Yeah I'm feeling it
Insane
Never keep chain
Demons in brain
Sweet place
In a big game
With a new swain
Bruce
Light up the broccoli kid
Throw the relish in my back pocket
Keep your eyes open, push your seat back, just flow
That's how we doing it
Bound by
ease the guns in
Rumble with patrolmen, tear gas laced the function
Heads by the score take flight, incite a war
Chicks hit the floor, diehard fans
ease the guns in
Rumble with patrolmen, tear gas laced the function
Heads by the score take flight, incite a war
Chicks hit the floor, diehard fans
the states of Michigan and California
Will conduct the executions behind prison walls
The 3 prisoners are set to be executed by 3 separate methods
Electric
head
You a bop u can’t come to my crib
Try to line me I put one in ya wig
I can’t go wipe ya nose like a kid
Life we chose this da way dat we live
That
from Far Rock hoppin'
Over the turnstile
To set up shop up top by the Jamaican spot
My joints have been a
Bop, from vinyl, cassettes, cDs and streams
building
Stressing kill me by the day
If life is sweet then Ima diabetic
By the way
Lately been forgetting every other rapper's name
Maybe cause they
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Da pressures on me cuz it always is, YK I luh dat kid, beat it bop well course it did, shouldn’t resort ta dis, much of me be
[redneck - as performed by Devin]
Devin, what the fuck you do in here, man?
Oh goddamn, you on that beat bop shit still?
[Devin]
Man, what the fuck
Ay yeah
Chill in the trap with the bitch yeah
She gon' ride on my dick yeah
She gon' fuck on the kid yeah
Better not give me that shit yeah
She want
Ohhh oh
Yeah
Jordan Da kid
Kitty
Yo aye
I
I'm feeling so high
So colour me wavy
This nights kinda crazy
I
Could stay up all night
So colour me wavy
passing by
Blows off his head and escapes
Outta sight - outta sight
Who finds the road to redemption
The preacher, the kid, or the man
Who will decide
hijackings?
Soul rides by a vehicle
Low drive by a signal
Saw Christ by a miracle
Aren't just flaws
Unjust laws? It's just floors
A thugs' cause
It's like
to my soul then brings peaks
Unfolds me like clean sheets
Tell me a story it's bedtime
Them fabric softener rhymes
Like sweet dreams
Telefone induced
the day I came out my mother's womb
I found myself in the operating room
Then the doctor spanked me on my behind
I didn't cry, the kid started to rhyme
escape, let's get outta this town
It's wave after wave they just wanna see us drown
I'll stay by your side and never let you back down
I'll make sure that
Pimps girls telling me that I'm so Sweet
Valley Hi, South Side way before you need heat
Kids play all day in when light on the street
Kids play all day in
given me a plus graded by a teacher in a sweet dress
yes i'm literly Landel Lewis with a kick and a snare
kick flip in the air
the kids sick till them
then Sunday he's so sweet?
To me and mine, this nigga's hard to define
Cause he beefing when he broke but he arrogant when he shine
It fucks you up,
lip
Ain't nothing sweet he ain't the kid to play with
Yeah he go to church
But you don't want none of this
Look
At all
These
What
Matters of the heart
lip
Ain't nothing sweet he ain't the kid to play with
Yeah he go to church
But you don't want none of this
Look
At all
These
What
Matters of the heart
many commas, in a coma
What's the stakes?
We dancin' like two devils
Might just be my sweet escape
Sike I play
That might be the dumbest shit I ever
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