Lyrics:
sleeping in the tomb
And it’s either you’re doomed when hearing this tune by this theatre to ruin
And the blinkin’ of lightnin’ Is about to finish the wound
supposed to live without that
Dreamin' of the dead at times I don't wanna wake up
Don't nobody care what you go through So I don't say much
My soul lost My
This ain't about greed
I told my bitch, "I'm the man of the house
Let your spouse leave"
Y'all niggas'll bite your tongue
'til your mouth bleed
I was
[Ahmad's friends talking]
.. and then he cut it off *laughter*
Hahaha, ay who next? Who next?
Ay ay Jamal come up
Somebody else.. aiy who next man
A lot of souls that are lost
So many niggas put on a cross, half them was crossed by the ones that was closest, only real niggas multiple like
back
Having problems with my bitch thought everything I can fix
Praying that the Lord he get the devil out of my mix
Beware of smiling faces or get
This time l learned that I need to let it go
From all these problems weighing on my soul
Can you blame me for trying to fix our love
I mean you
done took my OG's plug by December
They told that old man, homie, don't trip
Remember
I'm so cold so cold
So cold under pressure and won't fold
'Cause
what time it is
Wrote my first rhymes as corey but j-live was sparked
Making pause mix demos with my main man mark
Playing ball in the park, there
No one knows the secrets, it's an evil mix man.
Catch your breath prey for death, it's the only truth left.
[Chorus]
I ain't never done shit
the one
I ain't buy liquor for months, and you're lucky I'm sober, I'm nuts when I'm drunk
Mix the whiskey with soda, the man I'd become would invite you
the bedroom, you stand there
Sexy as ever then let down your hair
You can't wait, the pressure builds up to shocks
You're about to be loved by the man Freddie
what I stands for I rise for, my man's who I die for
Blows frontline in the war, despise law
I'm built to be guilty, filthy, dirty, rich
Niggaz wanna
[Prelude: Tonic]
Yah, you know my signature
Be the Tonic with my man Earthquake and we be the Gift
Constantly surrounded by The Movement in
absorbed it
So don't blame me for the caution
Cause I ain't trying to get lost, no
I cannot afford it
Nah, this is not my love song
I mix my magic 'til
with you dawgg?) Ain't nothing happening man, you bring them bitches 'round the mix trying to fuck up the plans. Eyeballs and eardrums ands a guzzler
coming or I'm going?
Fuck an interview, mane, I'm too raw to sugar coat it
See a dead man walking, next election he'll be voting
Pimp on a track, mix
and die gracefully
Be anti-ran-by-agency and be anti-white-man-violating-me (get 'em high)
Seen it all, life is a bitch, I'm stuck in a crystal ball
Just try to stay up out the mix
Gotta live my life
Be dammed if I let them catch me slip
So I walk round with that grip
Laser tag run down the strip
trophy
By tryna make us some paper
I put myself in the open
Contact numbers get outdated p
Been so long since we have spoken
I been on
I don’t need
ruce, baby two hundred proof
Enough to knock a couple motherfucking screws loose
Drinking St. Pauli Girl by the deuce deuce
Mix water and wine, call it
CuzThey killed all my mans
I vent to these pills
Cuz they killed mans
I can't trust a bitch
Cuz bitches be playing
I can't trust a bitch
Fuck is u
coming in
I sensed a change
Talking about babies
With another Man
Life with the rich
Can't handle the truth
She always gets pissed
Locked into
mans drug is what the homies was all rockin that night
They popped a couple brews that part was skipped by myself
But like this white we had had came
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