Lyrics:
headed south
Mark down the days
Permanent markers
No colors to erase
Mark your maps
Wish to be okay
Take what you need
And leave the scraps
Piece by piece
There's a tree in the corner
Get on the list of performers
And the bulbs ain't the only thing getting lit
The man in red is listening
Better watch your
And everything is different now
I can finally spread my wings now
Free from all the things that hold em' down
Yeah they fly so much better now
I'm better now
So
see I ain't a bitch Nesian
I just do my thing
I don’t give a damn fuck what you about I am still a king
Better take a bow and kiss the ring
Verse 2
a nautica sweater
Things better, so keep peepin out the letter
Black jetta, cats bust black berettas
Homicide mission, we all die over chedder
Boy please,
do I do when things don't go right
What do I do when you're not by my side
What would you say if I was leaving tonight
What would they think if I just
shine
Ball till I fall, ride fly to I die
Half a thing going for five
Dog it's on, cut brick up sell in 18 zones
Better get yo hustle on do what you gotta
a gay happy winter
We carved on a cradle of pine
By the fire in that neat little cabin
And I sang with that gay wife of mine
Well the South Coast is
a gangsta
These boys got you fooled, no they ain't gangstas
Better listen to me man, that's his marketing plan
For nearly three summers, I was known by
the things you said
Demons all up in my bed better pray cuz now you dead
Nightmare
Resurrected from the dead
Evil voices in my head baby tell why you left
I
breathe (Oh yeah)
Yo (Oh yeah), like
If I can do better then I'll be better
Rolling in the deep, I need to breathe better
I see demons in my sleep, I need
many enemies
And them I single out
What does it concern me about?
Good riddance to my native country
It never did a thing for me
It's a better life
Yeah, you know sometimes things just go south
But you got to find your own way
Like I can't even stop right now
2kis baby yah
It's crazy
(Prrr)
at Grady Yup I got that fire
I'm cool I'm calm but don't twist my arm
Take it up another level better sound the alarm
Born and raised in the south that's
When I'm low and feeling down and out, I get discouraged
Overtaken by the weight of all the things I've carried
It seems
The only faithful thing is
I could afford a pistol then, though
To stop the hell, I would've ended things a while ago
I ain't have jack but a black hat and knapsack
Four squad
Been at loss, suffered loss
Failing lots, this ain't a toss
This was always designed
This was always designed
By power of the mind, power of the mind
got time to be liked
I'm that down south 5'5 Florida boy, still rolling them dice
Better pay yo dues, better stay low key, bitch, don't mind me
Ain't
I'm strong enough,
I might hurt your feelings,
My feelings are already hurt by being here with you,
Well, I was walking down the street with your
I swear, any pain I take I'll wear
G'd up bless me I'll take you there
Angels sings on broken wings
These are a few of my favorite things
Hello bye
me lose my sense like
17, 18, 19 pokoro
Just come baby
And you will see
We'll fly Paris
Just you and me
Baby gbera gbera
I go do you better better
Omo
the artists we hear today
Influenced by Southern Rock and Roll
R and B and Soul
Hip Hop heavens to Soundgardens
Bringing better smiles like braces
To all your
Can we vibe for a minute
Take a ride and we spinnin'
Round the block then the city yeah
I'm surrounded by real ones
And we bound to be winning
All
Down south smuggling cash, Hustlin for cash
Bustin my ass, Just to live 1st class
As the game rotate, I regulate to innovate
City to city, State
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