Lyrics:
I'm needing to sleep
Don't need a ticket, cause I got admission, we up in the booth yeah we running the scene
Counting these bottles on bottles
wanna give
I told him dope, but deep down I wasn't fit
Cause you can't give what you still lack and need
But to feed a soul, you can fake acting real
See,
Don’t get it fucked up yeah we straight
Tell your neighbor to take his
Hand out the collection plate
Or get struck down by the hand of God
Damn if I ain’t
through you people
Most of y'all are ordinary
You'd probably shit yourself
Have you ever set foot in a mortuary?
(mortuary) coming out the fucking morgue
friends but
Still can’t blow up? Okay sonic boomer
Work and love are two ends of the rope
You keep the ring in that pocket
And let her sleep in
ain't got none
All it takes is a steamer
And a motherfuckin gun
Negative shit running through my brain
Say what you want i can't keep shit tame
Don't
by rights
Had to get a tank, had to get 'em running for their money to the bank, ah
State your name
Who the fuck is this? Why you walking like you
as honey, let me try
I don't say, and what I really wanna say I guess I'll miss you by the grave
But baby, please release the strain I've been feeling really
‘cause I was taught to know my price
People on the edge
Getting deeper into debt
And leaping from the ledge
Starts creeping in your head
Never previously
Train enters stage right, all stations
We cross the yellow line like we running out of patience
Make it inside and find that all the seats are taken
Movin through the riddim with the effotless symytery lining up spitting words tryna to hit the fucking beat Running down sonic alleys of the music
WHERE PEOPLE WAS RAPPING
BUT THEY WASN'T ACTUALLY TOURING
I COULDA PUT ON SOME WINGS
AND THEY WOULD STILL LOOK AT ME AND SAY THAT I DON'T BE SOARING
Y'ALL
it's still the same
I've got nothing to say but it's OK
Good morning, good morning
People running round it's five o'clock.
Everywhere in town is
all the people are friendly, serving drinks all the time
but I'm glad I have to stop now, this simple little rhyme.
Haha Oh Yeah
Waking up!
Welcome
Hot woman go and come back in denim
i could see that she was west end vemon
kind of girl that is chased by desire
only person that could get me
free-spoken society
There is a word that we still hold taboo
A word with a terrible history
Of being used to abuse, oppress and subdue
Just six seemingly
the stakes and erase the slate
running out all rappers on a paper chase
just a taste of a soul in race
but don't keep faith but control breeds hate
a lonely
Baby, are you running away from something
Trouble cause by so called friend
But whatever you may say to me
You can say in confidence
Are you far away
cos people wanna see me fall
All these
Enemies enemies
Everywhere I look enemies
Watching me close like a journalist
These enemies
Oh Lord have mercy
Always tryna get me canceled and carried out by the cops
But I'm still here, pack another beer from the twelve-pack
Give a cheers to the years
forever
People are saying things, I can't hear
How can you be home, when I still feel you so near
The world is crashing around me, without you by my
diamonds, f-ck segregation
F-ck that shit, my money up, you n-ggas just Honey Nut
Young Money running shit and you n-ggas just runner-ups
I don't feel I
too
Man I was digging it
Taken by surprise, when the blue lights flickering
One pulled me over, hand me over for
Taken directly to the station
For
it's still the same
I've got nothing to say but it's OK
Good morning, good morning
People running round it's five o'clock.
Everywhere in town is
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