Lyrics:
a bell
Silence, black nights
I will disappear
But my trauma stays here
My trauma stays here with you
What a life of a daft punk, dead punk is it
Now I just
no punk, I'll 2 Step on yo' chin
I see some brahs (I see some brahs)
2 Stepping by they lonesome (by they lonesome)
These square suckers they acting
no punk, I'll 2 Step on yo' chin
I see some brahs (I see some brahs)
2 Stepping by they lonesome (by they lonesome)
These square suckers they acting
kickin it
By the time you witness it, your prime is dwindling
I’m coming out swinging like I’m at Wimbledon
My grind is infinite; bitches need to rise like
of crews
Death on the phono, my skills are porno
You say "Oh, no," you bitch-ass homo
I bag up waste, electrifyin', I'm prime-time
I slaughter slime, I
An 2 Step [X2]
Now Watch Me 2 Step [X2]
Now Get Jiggy Wit It REMIX[X4]
Gone an 2 step
(Jim Jones)
Now catch you 2 steppin i got my goons reppin
we turn
So don't you shed a tear
'Cause there'll be better years
I live life by faith, nigga, instead of fear
God cryin', thunderstorms is Heaven tears
now before they come take it from me
Never catching feelings because you know that you're the villain nigga
And I ain't felt shit in a long time sorry
got you red hot, you so happy to see me
Make the front-page prime-time live on TV
Nigga my girlfriend, baby forty-five but she still live
One shot
I'm hittin' new primes
Now the stakes high, niggas surprised at the new lines
Takin' down my number like "you still ain't got a new line?"
Nah it's
this way
Now hear my dreams
And by the time you wake
I'll look down from the clouds
See I'm on my way
I'm sailing on a cloud, they trailing below
up innat uber you wont ever see me by her
Fuck a pull up that club life get trife late night
Wheres the sprite imma crack the seal remix it wit the ice
members finding out who I fucked
Now I gotta play it low, clean out my own truck
Said you feel it coming like weekend and daft punk
Turn off my comments
it's good the sooner you dip
Life's a trip where you can get life for a trip
Or lighter flick, I might have to remind ya quick
What time is it?
can look you
Straight in the eyes
A beautiful sight I see
Her standing underneath the
Watermelon Tree
And the best part of my life is being
Right by
[Soulja Boy]
Soulja Boy Tell 'Em, This the remix
V.I.C. You already know what it is man
It's ya folk Soulja Boy Tell 'Em
Checkin' in everything
jealous bitches done think you
Gon' be sellin' through
Welcome to life, and if I die
Remember that it is all love
When I'm by your side
Every night, don't
my head clear
Paranoid got me lookin' in the mirror
Behind me, life without my nine, I'd rather do the time
See I'm old enough to know that ain't no
crime
He's now In his prime
Divided by mine
Took to many dimes
Im feeling my sign
You sour like limes
You reading my lines
I had to refine like a million
extra large, in charge, Your bars are medium
This beats the spice of life to strike the strife and tedium
I'll roast you vegetables alive, the temp 425
never relax)
That's why we rap on the heaviest tracks
Fuck crafting, I never craft
If you craft, you're a daft lad
Don't make me laugh, dad
All I need is
taking ecstasy
Hugh Hefner, know the secrets
Hip-hop keep 'em under the rug
I'm thinking under the mat
Trapped in the closet mF DOOM
Without being fed by
green
Raised by my granny and my favorite auntie
And uncle Ola straight in poverty
Right by spring, I had an epilepsy
But the doctors claimed that was
of time
I saw my friend’s brother went up to the sky
Punk police and big homie is gone
Those pricks ain't call 911
So I realize it’s so easy to die
Cause
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