Lyrics:
make
Flowing through our veins James Blake
Mixed with a little bit of Mac Miller
I’m low again, need to hit my dealer
Your life rom-com, my life action
the only person that is able to change me
Maybe i should change ma life
Iam a psych
You motherfuckin right
I shouldnt text when iam drive
I want to stay by
in the chariot by stampeding horses
Had to bring it back to New York
I'm happy that the streets is back in New York
For you rappers, I carry
in the chariot by stampeding horses
Had to bring it back to New York
I'm happy that the streets is back in New York
For you rappers, I carry
keep comin' back, just put your bitch in cardiac
On your mark, set, go, I don't need the beast
My little brother is dear to me, niggas in jail not Hinami
talkin' shit, I don't give a fuck about your agony
Hey, bitch, maybe you need to be blind I'ma fuckin' make another bitch cry
I'ma make you cry, little
I'm just tryna get high, then somebody tried to lie
So I had to light his ass like the Fourth of July
Supply demand, demand supply
That's what you need
one by one
Troubles fade into the distance
The Doobie Brothers on the radio
Maura reads the weather for ya
Says, "New York City got another three
heard you I didn't forget
A single thing you said
Kneel side the bed
He steady crying
With this up his head
Because I done told
My brothers Time after
from my brother to my weed man
Did I disappoint you by not living to potential
Did I say "cuz" too much
Did I offend you
Did you really fuck with me
We thuggin
357 My brother i love ya
Scream 8 11 for my nigga bubble
Yo Homie turn cold you can’t think nothing of it
Acting like you gone be ready
need to go to the bank and get some cash
Because talkin' don't pay, you're driftin' away.
When I see you on the stage, I'm-a blow you away.
You
For shit that need healing
I'm on a higher and ain't hit my ceiling
Q.P. cost a stimmy
Bad little bitch she feel me
She not from the city, she with it
that ass bitch -1.09
Oops I’m back I went a little brutal
Let me reverse that tell you how beautiful
Your face looks when I’m looking right into you
stressing doing more drugs
Not to mention if you test them they be four guns
I need funds with some versatile out of order
Now I'm posted up by the Eddie
more drugs
Not to mention if you test them they be four guns
I need funds with some versatile out of order
Now I'm posted up by the Eddie Bauer
dragged to the back of a trunk
By one of your fans, irony's spectacular, huh?
Now who's a fa-, you punk?
And here's your Bronco hat, you can have that
and swung
Stick to the core plan, dragged to the back of a trunk
By one of your fans, irony's spectacular, huh?
Now who's a faggot, you punk?
And here's
baby you got it
You got it baby got what it takes
It takes to keep me to keep me
When the days go by and
I don't see you darling
I might start
And the only girl that you could take of mine
Is the one that I left way behind
And plus you're cheap, you're petty, your music is trash.
You need to go
of
Let's go and kick maybe we get to know each other
The second we met I knew that I wanted you as my only lover
I seen some sad cases/brothers chasing fairy
me for your
Titties and beer?
I suppose you noticed this little
Contract here..."
Yer goddam right, you son-of-a-whore!
Don't call me that!
That's
understand!
So sit yourself down and just
Listen to my man
Iyi-yi-yi-I, said brother, if you only knew
You'd wish that you were in my shoes
You just keep usin
Nigga I'm dumb high
So come by my high will keep you far away
In other words my range is Tim Hardaway
Your little blunts do not scare us
The way I smoke
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