Lyrics:
whacked off the gate (whacked)
I mix purple codeine by the eight (codeine)
Wrap the scope, line him up like a tape (line him up)
Back to back,
There's a heart on the line
And it rests with your eyes
Please don't fade and please don't cry, coz it's all white lies
Take a chance and watch it
Yes please, test me
Nestle chocolate mix collection
Isabelle Allende, no comprender?
Fight niggas with djembes
White bitches with hair spray
Your white dance like an enemy
Your white dance like an enemy
Your white dance like an enemy
White boys fall out
In a whirl of decisions
Show me
She's Poolside
Baby blue eyes
I fantasize
About her tan lines
She's got that summertime
When she leaves the store
With a gang of ice
Feeling
on you
Eye so dangerous
Undressing me can't wait to
Can't wait to get my hands on you
You better fall through
And pick up when I call you
So slide by
Late
ashes, all fall down
Ashes, ashes, all fall down
Now watch as the ball revolves and the night-time falls
And again the hunt begins and again the blood
They say the chance
Would be a fine thing
Strike a chord and alarm bells ring
Fly on the wall
Caught by the wing
Grabbed the hornet
By the sting
paradigm
Never hit ' em with a Hotline MI
Can't walk in a straight line
But I drove in the white lines
No lies
Waited
Now I'm the awaited
Like I'm fucking
line em up
Line em up line em up line em up
Line em up line em up line em up
Line em up line em up line em up
Line em up line em up fall like
the man with the long white beard.
I heard the tale of a man with a long white beard
And the narrow way by which we must abide
Don’t take chances
Stay
Your white dance like an enemy
Your white dance like an enemy
Your white dance like an enemy
White boys fall out
In a whirl of decisions
Show me
Blinded by the soft light that glows on stain glass windows
Oh my fate, it falls in the night enshrouding my head
In the day it falls back to me and I go
around enough
Too many joy rides in daddy's Jaguar
Too many white lies and white lines
Super rich kids with nothing but loose ends
Super rich kids with
thinking
I so often misconstrue
Treading water treading white wine
Seeing borders seeing straight lines
I get these feelings that I don't
Have much
and eyes on you with conspicuous design
The fine dining line removed. For you, the booth
White people know that privilege exists
They're privy to the 'lege
Lately I ain't been in my right mind
Like fiend when he sniffing on white lines
Or a shawty when she fall for those white lies
To make her think
a time that I believed that
But white lines be numbing them dark times
Them pills that I'm popping, I need to man up
It's a problem, I need a wake up
to sniff white lines
Commit white collar crimes and hit white dollar dimes
This one white bitch in the white Benz used to fuck white men
And like to sniff
to grab the metal
Don't be lying, fixing courage
Got no Autotune
But in the field I'm pitching perfect
Keeping up the quality of lines
They sniffing cursive
He takes up seven rooms
I call him Ben The Worm
In The Lair of the White Worm
Kingdoms will fall
Cities will squirm
In The Lair of the White Worm
and watch the world go by
Going up and down on the same white line
And watch the competition fall every single night
And in this debris
I am just a shadow
That go to show this ass
Kicking ain't gon bother nigga
Cause it's right back where
You started nigga
Being a son of a Harlem nigga
Now you was made by
I get paranoid every time that I blink
Even more scared by the time that I sleep
Walk out the house while envisioning
Murderers finishing me
I'm just
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