Lyrics:
blackened space
Ignorance, blown away by the rays of the sun
Enlightening my pale face
Blinded thoughts, now able to see
Thousands of colours are
when you left us all alone
Your momma be suckin' the skin off Bootleg's dick when you was gone
But don't you get upset it's all your fault your moma
start dreaming away
want to roll into the sunset in a 56 chevrolet
With you right by my side
Last rays of the evening sun
Reflects in the fields,
that’s on my back ima hold it
Need to focus but I can’t
And nothing ever seems to change I just fall right down on my face
Hell I just need a ray of light
one of they finest wines
Then you started snortin lines, your life defines
the misconception of stayin down
You can't be influenced by everybody you
Walk in the room and they starin', shinin' harder than a diamond
I ain't get shit from my parents except a ass whoopin'
My aura bright, it's
And the minutes just felt endless getting tension
And every hour I lose track of where I'm at
days get sour, rays ain't sunny, blaze went black
every week I'm
A single ray of light
Creeps into the bedroom
It is far too late
Even by my standards
I refuse to open the shuts
And face the day
And I don´t care if
frown
But a cup of tea and a nap don't solve my problems
I don't like LA 'cept for tacos and Venice
But God, I would move, get some rays and play
to a pig, Biden
'Fore I let you get to me, get violent
Niggas let me, let me be it's common
Bmore I be mobbin' like Diamond, Crime Mob
Goin' in circles
and power
Hunger for Gucci and Prada
Glittery but it ain’t gold or Dolce Gabanna
Raised by the TV screen
Rays from the screen is killing me
Ablaze for
Oh thank god this night is over
Ugly mugs in devastating dreams
Chased outta here
By the aid of a healing light
The first rays of a new born day
want a taste
Fill up with regrets now you get em by the tags
Bitch you never wear the smiley face OK
You can tell me bout it or you can tell it
want a taste
Fill up with regrets now you get em by the tags
Bitch you never wear the smiley face OK
You can tell me bout it or you can tell it
Listening' to rachet
Music made by niggas with bachellors
Feeling some kind of way
Really it's a mask or
Masquerade, these labels are after slaves
And you don't hear me played on radio airwaves
Twin got two straps on him like a pair of Air Rays
The 40 seem like oil shank, get your hair sprayed
I'm
down
In da club spin our records now
And we shooting movies, aye
And she cleaner than blu-ray
She can't breathe she outta space
And I'm puffing in they
the suns rays
Long days
Walking for a respite
From the old ways
Chestnuts falling under foot
To mark the season's trees'
Tall canopies
No one ever saw
ground you can see it
Sunflowers sucking chlorophyll out of everything
Glowing light pollution gregarious
Rays of light
Pock marking sunflower petals
half a week of pain Alex knew something was wrong
He went to get a x-ray to rule out any bad
The image showed his vertebrae broken in two halves
like Ray 4 down game 6
Blind toss to the homie he trust worthy
Like laker fast breaks scott to magic he trust worthy
Slide with the roof closed-goons
Photo moto
We about to get loco
Sio ndoto
Skin brown chocolate
Like cocoa
So smooth yeah
Drink it all down like
Water water
Let it overflow
Si uta-chota
never heard of me
But don't get it twisted
Cause I still murder rappers verbally
If you don't know by now homie I'm next up
The goal on the field is
Yeah
I go by the name of temir
‘97 Surf, parking lot
With the squad (gang)
Black Ray-Bans, slick back
I’m on style
Don’t play with the mob
They
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