Lyrics:
of a knife
C'mon hold on tight
Oh c'mon hold on tight
Though it's cold and lonely in the deep dark night
I can see paradise by the dashboard light
Ain't
of a knife
C'mon hold on tight
Oh c'mon hold on tight
Though it's cold and lonely in the deep dark night
I can see paradise by the dashboard light
Ain't
the ice on my neck
They wanna throw a bag on a
Price on my head, got a price on my head
Night when I rest, with a knife by my bed
I'm so paranoid,
Oh, late one night when the devil came for me
Pounding on my door
It was quarter past three
I was in bed
And I was half asleep
When the devil came
chill, V in black, quarter mill
We don't shop at saveraux, 60 thou for the roll
Drop top foreign flow, this is not affordable
Wrist cold, caught
to the Lou
And got you a straight perm
You got your ass grabbed
By your Hitman, ewww
Say word But now it makes
Sense cause in the dictionary
Shine is a verb
my P.O. I need some M-O
N-E-Y so I can get high and kick in this nigga's door
It's four in the morning I'm on a mission peep
The best time to catch
to the brothers
Smile, you little human, smile, for you're sane.
By the way, what's sanity? They don't care about it.
In fact, they worry about nothing. They
when I walk in
Smelling like I got a drag line
I just got a pack in the morning
I'm try'na get it gone by lunch time
Try'na get it gone by noon
No
burning down Rome ‘til the morning got dark
Blessed by God, tatted bible verses and text
But the Devil had other plans, they used drugs to hex me
Used
c quarter pound of some pressure I just want to get high
Bets believe if it ain't kush then I'm passing it by
c quarter pound of some pressure just
the Spanish hold
Damnation take my soul
If I give you quarter
We love the pirate life
Black flags flying high
Drink till the barrels dry
Early in the morning
ain't right
They don't walk by faith man they walk by sight
They die by the knife 'cause they live by the sword
They don't give a damn about filling up
a knife is stuck. In the Book of Gates, we see him fastened by the neck with a chain (along which is fastened the Goddess, Serqet), the end of which is in
feelings
Time is upon us to get open
gloom
cnd get honest
Get the Close rage grill stinger
Just like the bee in your bonnet
You get the early morning
hollin timber den I break it down
Quarter back sweep put the receiver in motion now
(What you Say?)
I don't fuck wit Dwight bitch I sell green
Dis dat
Shines the loudest
That nation's epochs stand the proudest
Built by those they would not have known
Had they stayed home
Come placid blue and morning air,
Justin Bieber please believe it
A quarter million hangin' on my collar
A half a million in my duffle bag (Duffle bag)
Now I'm riding in my Cadillac
If I could play back every moment to you now
Spent lovesick and swollen on
Mornings mincing garlic on the counter by the sink
If I could hit
hated me
I don't know who you are I fell for the other you
The mirror you look in at morning at night
When you look both times are holding the knife
at a quarter to three
Not really sure why but he needs some relief
He got a knife in his hand, hidden under the sheets
And waits patiently for the demon to be
to a gun fight, never needed a knife
But then I make the cut whenever delivering the lines
Sit on the side, with a rhyme pad
With a tin in my sights
comes in the morning
Everything will be just fine
Just know that the darkest time comes right when it's about to shine
Thank God that it's almost
the entire state
And straight to hell, got an impaled by the gates
So Satan stuck his face in an ashtray
While I sashayed around flames with a match and I
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