Lyrics:
me
Go head and make my week
Lately I've been going through the motions can't you tell
Why would anybody choose this kind of hell
I've been going
to be alone?
Someone's coming to take you home
And if you're ready then he'll carry you home
Are you ready to sit by his throne?
Are you ready not to be
boxes
So we split up and met back at the apartment
Hell yeah (yo ain't you hungry my nigga?)
Hell yeah (you want to get paid my nigga?)
Hell yeah
Uncertain with vague, rose from the grave now I'm a mogul
I'm running with God's higher than a yodel
I carry the cross on my back to show you I'm noble
From
Can you hold your own
Or will you stand down
Can you carry the beast
Black nova rises
Lashed by the whip of night
Can you feel the madness, crawl
So you finally got what you wanted
You've achieved your aim by making the walking lame
And when you just can't get any higher
You use your senses
You just here talking shit
Asher! you owe me a rhyme i owe you a rhyme
The last time we talked
Alright turn it up a little turn it up
Yo Cudi, you
to hide his face
In a week or two - he'll be begging you
To carry him into the cold of utmost space
Waste away with me
With time he fades, The Enemy
Your
one to my daughter, than I am my sons
Do you know how hard it was to admit that?
I'm broken, and black but hell bent on being better and building
remember my rhymes and get the hell away
Just last week when I was walking down the street
I observed this lovely lady that I wanted to meet
I walked up
how you keep it cool in your disguise
Hi (Why)
Just passing by
Weeks been hard
Been a tough night
Can I call you (Why did I let you go)
Is it the right
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You want in well I’ll open up the door
Hot chics tip toeing on the wood floors
You can tell by the quality I’m making a living
Triple coat
a queen that's down to carry my semen
I ain't trippin I'm never slippin
Hit a lic and you sleepin
I be down just for the money
Just to get up and see it
in a red can by the kerb
As they emerge from the market square
Seems that passers by stare down
The opposite just stare
And there's a culture in
Bankroll don't carry no ones
No matter where i'm at I'm poppin' cause you know I'm Angie's son
I lost my mama, I swear i ain't even been right since
Almost
my rhyme and get the hell away
Just last week when I was walking down the street
I observed this lovely lady that I wanted to meet
I walked up to her
So you finally got what you wanted
You've achieved your aim by making me walk in line
When you just can't get any higher
You've used your senses
not to tweak (not to tweak)
And ain't no way in Hell this shit 'posed to make it out the streets (out the streets)
I got eyes everywhere, you ain't
remember my rhymes and get the hell away
Just last week when I was walking down the street
I observed this lovely lady that I wanted to meet
I walked up
brother on the road and he never home
I know you feeling kinda sad now that daddy gone
You can't let it get you down, gotta carry on
We only lose things
the best at self deprecation
Depiction clear as crystal
Bought a bullet for my pistol
You oughta know that I make holes in buckets that
Carry holy water
and move my stuff to follow you
So when this week is through, it's through
It seems to be good weather today
We can smoke outside
I'll be on the bench by
it all to Jesus and He'll carry
I don't really want to you don't even know what I been through
Walk a week up in my shoes
No one can help me I got so
failed you
I try to try harder
Hour to hour
One by one
The days bled into weeks
The weeks bled into months
In my thoughts, in my words
In what I have done
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