Lyrics:
keeping cool
Want my hands on it
But can't tell when I do
When I do, sublimated
Now a part of the room
And love is in the air
Moving to the music I make
cheese
So let's talk about Swizz (Swiss)
No, let's not make up a whole bunch
Of lies to get by Cass'
No he didn't sign you over me
Let's not lie Cass'
When
hated
Every day I'm getting higher and higher, I'm starting to think that's the reason they hatin
On my side with the ones who supply it, We got so much,
burnt-out businessmen
and we all realize
you gotta slap a few thighs before you patent your new fountain pen
FLASHBACK!
its a feeling coming up like
Eyes on horizon, Im just gonna push this whip there
Time to supply them the new ship up in air
Ima survivor, looking death in the face
This diamond
falling victim to the lie
Keep a sharp eye there's a steady supply of hate in the air
To them cats who stare the ice grill with the glare
But everything is
Deal aus
Um "Danke" zu sagen für alles, was mich freut
Schenk ich diesen Track, so
Lang wie ein Album, nun euch
Ich schrieb hundert
Zweihundert,
with this sheer gift, and so I'm here to share it
I swear it, fuck money, so go ahead and copy this album
Don't sell it, give it your friends for free,
The tension in the air is broke
Thanks to marijuana shmoke
And nostrils only flarin’ ‘cause we French-inhalin’ chronic though
Relax- take a trip back
Counting down to midnight
Air filled with delight
This year was not too bright
But we made it through by candle light
Gather around the tree
You’ll
the mind?, toes hands and the nine
The see-through niggas get flipped like mini-pies, ??? she lies Niggas stepped on, by the way and still getting slept
and Cease ???
Sell water from the cookpot, ain't that raw?
My razors? 20 dollars, here's a case of four
You supply that, shit I put a hole where your mind
attention
Even Ignored by the lord
My mind sided dimensions
It's just a flashback kid
It's just a flashback
I'm getting laughed at mental
Attack mental
air
Cut lines and bad connections
People who would help
Change their number to unlisted
411 info left me unassisted
Wickedly twisted happenings
Is it
stained all my Guess farmer's, colored enormous
I hopped up, outta my bed holdin my head
Flashbacks of gun shots shot past my head
I can recall an eight
Enough to cop six, by the house on the beach
Supply the peeps with Jeeps
Brick a piece
Capiche?
Everybody gettin' cream
No one considered a leech
Think
know who the fuck I am
I got plans of attack
Ready when my album starts to unpack
Facts about me on every track
No cap this is my flashback
Yeah I got
stained all my Guess farmer's, colored enormous
I hopped up, outta my bed holdin my head
Flashbacks of gun shots shot past my head
I can recall an eight
sports or anything really i
Felt neglected by my family
Growing up as well i've had
Many ideas that always felt
Superior compared to others, I
Knew that my
has a different meaning
I'm having flashbacks
cnd throwing flashbangs
Inside of hatchbacks
Don't stop my actions
The circle moved around I locked in
a lot of time I'ma slide to the side the Vicky's
I'll supply the dope in dick form like Bobby did Whitney
I'm your pusher man got you addicted now you
are doomed
And their kids to be raised in tombs
The lies of those who lead
Their eyes are clouded by greed
Our waters, oh they rise- high tide
Our air
consider the latter
Never a thought to reconsider
What actually matters
So now we find The King
In a drunken scene
Gathered by servants, soldiers, and his
here's 12 shots, we know how you do
Please make yo killings clean, slugs up in between
They eyes, like True Lies, Kill em and flee the scene
Just bring
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