Lyrics:
at least makin' sure you go quiet
twenty four hours, sun and moon coinciding
Sick of y'all hidin', makin' sure your focus brighter
Packed shows don't make
to the moon
When I walk in the room
I'm the flyest to the moon
When I walk in the room
I'm the flyest to the moon
When I walk in the room
I'll see you soon
When
in the gutter and walk on by
Wake up, little Suzie, let's go for a drive
Cross the Trinity River, let's keep hope alive
Turn the radio on, don't
how I walk it
Been surrounding myself wit the boss of the bosses
Blessed booked and busy I ain't even gotta force it
Walk around your city like a native
We use to walk in each other arms
"It was one on one," that's what you said
Now the moon is a sliver in our eye
We stumble bleeding on this broken
You can't walk miles, you run laps
I jog with stamina
I got the formula
I mob I roll through tough
I'm turning souls to dust
You hurting boy, you stuck
you gon' be by my side but it's cap
It's okay, I'm past it, I'm gon' running laps I said it's okay, I'm past it, I'm gon' running laps
I'm gon' running
I ain't hostin'
Kush all in my lap because these hoes don't want to roll it
I was sliding in the Lamb' with the powerglide (oh)
Slime green paint,
island
Peninsula maybe, it makes no sense
I know crazy
Give up all this pussy cat that's in my lap
No looking back
Spaceships don't come equipped
With
Walk by faith not by sight
Kickn it in the world has robbed you of
All your life inside
Walk by faith not by sight
Don't let the world consume you
Don't
and bring you one back
Ill walk through the sun for you
Cause there's something you do
That got me walkin' on the moon
There's something you do
That got
They need to exit don't let the grind past you by
I run laps round lames with my shoes untied
I jump the line walk in and watch the crowd divide
Still
Pretty pretty put that peach emoji on my lap( go shake it )
Whine pon me nice Don't be rough ...(dont break it)
If you put your all in it ,it will
Credit or Cash
Hook - 1
Come here put your face in my lap
Suck me dry till this nut hit you back
Counting 100s she smoke out the pack
I got good
racks swole
She in my lap like Pedigree
I got these racks swole
You ain't even get no check like me
She want a taste woah
I fuck her like Bang Bros
I walk
and cough
Your skin's like a dead thing, dying
Your feet like pond weed, the rain falls like troops
Walk up the hill
Post pub trudge
Laugh to it
Live
left the mall drippin' Givenchy
As I walk to the lobby, to the room
Then I heard a-, at the hotel door
A red bone with an ass like the moon
Smelling like
leaving me no choice, but to raise these three kids all by myself
I will not wait for you
A gift
To come home
I threw the candles out
Left your food
inside here in luxury's lap
Brother, don't you walk away
So you walk this land in your worn out shoes
Brother, don't you walk away
Well if this land's
around the moon
We fly rings around the moon
Come tomorrow, candle burns
And I wake up by your side
All my sorrow, you made it disappear
And I thank
(say my grace)
Then I walk by his family
They don't know a damn thing that done happened (that done happened)
His mama smilin', baby lookin' all
take my breath away, you're a supernova, and I'm a
I'm a space-bound rocket ship and your heart's the Moon
And I'm aimin' right at you
Right at you
take my breath away, you're a supernova, and I'm a
I'm a space-bound rocket ship and your heart's the Moon
And I'm aimin' right at you
Right at you
Let these words be your Earth and moon, you consume every message
As I lead this army, make room for mistakes and depression
And with that being said,
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