Lyrics:
Yea I hate being sober
Good gas thats the fucking odor
Popping all these pills till it's over
I'll be gone by October
Higher than the fucking Mars
months feels too long
But you don't, but you don't, come on by
And you won't, tell me why
I miss your blue eyes looking at, looking at October skies
I
Makeup on but she don't need the extra touch
She the girl who every other girl is jealous of
Cherry lipstick that you don't get to taste
Blue ripped
from here
When every sense is in mono
Walk by faith, you appear
I want to live in stereo
I can't get there from here
Without a G\od-directed go
of a master
You never thought you'd be bodied by a bastard
A bachelor who backspin on breakbeats
Break necks of broke souls who hate me
Hate he? you can't
dead
Pills and prescriptions, my G's off dem meds
Killers in that kitchen oww you can drop dead
Diamond boogers in my teeth
My hair super sayain blue
I
don't ask
She say I won't tell a soul
We live by the code live by code we we live by the code
Won't tell a soul
We live by the code live by code we we
older
I barely even flinch I just keep pushing forward
I been rapping 8 years and I'm still struggling
To gain buzz from the blue print that I ushered in
October the 6, nineteen 89
When the baby drop, introduce him to the world
That baby boy, name is Josh
Boy premature, I heard that he barely made it
MCs all hesitating
Tryna be elite
Vibes all live
Relapsing with time
With the track make design
Drop science on the dime
Reset rewind, reflecting yo
on my back initiated in blood
Bout it niggas start fightin' when I walk in the club
You could tell I'm a soldier by my army fatigues
And you could
another love would be you and I remember falling so in love with you during October even if you didn't know better. You took my heart by surprise and turned
whips (skrr)
Drop me a four then take me a sip (ride)
It takes too good, every day I say I quit (damn)
Pull up in a Challenger, Lambo on my wrist
lives, don't care who's it is
Now I can stay if you want
You get smoked like a blunt
Off the raw ain't no stunt
I get blues, I mean a bunch
Drop it on 'em
Time must go by (time must go by)
Time must go by (time must go by)
Timeout let's stop
Live a wild life on the Southside
Miss me give it up (up)
She
I'ma drop the song that I made October 31st, 2019
Time Manipulation, this is Chronokinesis
Now they say I'm too far ahead of my time
But time is
bodies are fished out
I'm wreckin' niggas one-by-one but then I miscount
Mispronounced, how do LL bounce
And get ya shit bust? I turn ya faggots into
standing by the live oak tree, in our yard on Canyon Lake
And I'm driving under miles and miles of clear blue Texas skies
Some strangers in a pick-up truck,
this girl shit I prolly sold my soul
Got a little Cleopatra Imma wrap her up in gold
Back it up for me drop it down real slow
Play ya cards right dress
the blues, blues, blues (Blue Hundreds)
Home girl countin' on the flow, (Hold Up)
Partna wit the drako by the door, (Hold Up)
Main bitch bangin' on my line,
times and fucked everybody's bitch twice
Mother fuckers talk about it but i live that pimp life
I got pimp blood which is pumped by the beat
I drop this
arms
The millionth chance they laughed, to take down his majesty's craft
To India they say, magic carpet float away, an October fateful day
Mist is
arms
The millionth chance they laughed, to take down his majesty's craft
To India they say, magic carpet float away, an October fateful day
Mist is
The Orb. Mate looks to the scared faces leaving their feet into its darkness. He turns back and is quickly struck by a guard...
“Sorry Mate...” drops out
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