All The Greats Are Dead
Buggy
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Yeah, uh, uh, uh This that Halliburton '03 Shoot your fucking face off at a quail hunt shit Yeah, yeah, uh, uh Check, one, two All my homies chosen Dozing off to Stokely readings or to Michael Rosen My penmanship is ripe for the posing Beggin' for atonement Opponents couldn't flow this But I'll always lose the charts to Adonis Thai iced tea sippin' Wok already seasoned I'm in a tight squeeze like roasted garlic Dish already piquant Only time I make my living's on the weekend Leisurely breezin' No need to ease in the burnt ends Just throw 'em in Most people need to get toasted for the bread Yet another toast to the scumbags from the feds Nothin better than a well read bitch who gives head And prepares the hemlock for when you get roasted in the threads Don't give a f*ck 'bout who's lining my pockets In the end it all comes down to if you tread water or walk it Sign a record deal and the art becomes a docket Label agents staring at me with shut windows and empty sockets Sky's blinding with flocks of burning rockets The firmament is brittle, so make sure to not knock it Wind blowin' on the dock, jeans catchin' vomit When I'm working on a project I'mma cook it, then lob it Shit, my graduation gown's crumpled in my closet And the money I received still waitin' on deposit The only ghosts left are specters of shitty gossip Take gossamer thin hatred and play it out like it's hot shit And to think I thought I couldn't live without 'em How come all the pretty people always got some shit about 'em? If I had a nickel for every time, I'd have thousands Took a damn long time, but I've peaked the crest of the mountain But I just keep laughing from the lead The path I plan to take has already been well tread It's hard to write honest when it's already been said And I struggle to learn more because all the greats are dead And you act like I'm supposed to rise from their ashes And you act like I'm supposed to rise from their ashes And you act like I'm supposed to rise from their ashes Shit, I feel the need to try and rise from their ashes And you act like I'm supposed to rise from their ashes And you act like I'm supposed to rise from their ashes And you act like I'm supposed to rise from their ashes Shit, I know it's greedy but I want to rise from their ashes And you act like I'm supposed to rise from their ashes And you act like I'm supposed to rise from their ashes And you act like I'm supposed to rise from their ashes I do it for the love but I'll still snort their ashes And you act like I'm supposed to rise from their ashes And you act like I'm supposed to rise from their ashes
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