Lyrics:
Ghost Stories
Chorus- He’s/ I’ve been heard everywhere but never there
You can feel the/ my presence through the air.
Fact from fiction is
Ghost Stories
Chorus- He’s/ I’ve been heard everywhere but never there
You can feel the/ my presence through the air.
Fact from fiction is
that hot, shaking ale
And say "free young struggle" who's not making bail
He got popped by the feds
Fuck the cops! Take an L
Fuck it take M-N-O-P,
that hot, shaking ale
And say "free young struggle" who's not making bail
He got popped by the feds
Fuck the cops! Take an L
Fuck it take M-N-O-P,
I style in the slums, Italian Air Ones (whoa)
Yellin' holla back hater, the album is done
Two hundred out the gates (two hundred), two hundred in
rap death and the album is comin' stand by
Jason Chucky Freddy couldn't kill it its hard so eh! try
And then if I'm not the king of the mixtapes then
to like smoking with homies
But now I prefer getting high by myself, I don't know
Why I be like this, ay, when did I grow
So fucking violent, I lost control
kicked down
This is motherfucking yarn, I wrote a whole album bout my cat though
The kid in the sandbox gets their castles kicked down
Welcome to, welcome
Uh, I thank the Lord for my mother
Too young to understand but why every summer
She ain't want me outside when it was hot, boy
Influenced by
Carry my own weight I float away by igniting leaves
Stay by the fire tree wind is cold but inspiring
Everything is so tiring I don't why I lie to me
I'd
whores and gore under floorboards
Lords go splickety splat
London after midnight
As death strolls in through the windows
Hugging on ya kin folk shadow by
because I feel like I drown
Though the surface is right there
No air to be found
I can not live up to what I am right now
Why and what do I love?
Do I love?
tell the story
Just loosely based on delusions
The loose ends was always frayed by conclusions that we had met
Now my head is wetter than rain
Brain
judged by 12 for embezzlement
Swear I'm being pushed to that point
End up like bones
Stuck in the joint
My eyes drift away as I'm writing this
Phone
and flipped it hopped on a jet to smoke by the bay
All of this cash abundance I’m feeling myself baby what can you say
If you wanna learn how I’m living just
More than the average bear that’ll roam around in the forest
You hit it off with Drea that jealousy was euphoric
That month I made an album and no one
at this
I've contructed sentences
That'll stand longer then stone henges megaliths
My first and second albums consists of more then a million terabits
kendrick lamar
Pulling my strings out one by
One like a guitar
Taking the air out my lungs
Extracting it out the top like a jar
Hold up
As i light i thought
the cockpit
Heavy represent, buy the album when I drop it
Words to live by words to die to
album
Wondering what my outcome
Want the black triangle but I'm
Real with or without one
Cuase I'm a still sport wrinkled Armani jeans
Smokin' beedies
I thank the Lord for my mother
Too young to understand but why every summer
She ain't want me outside when it was hot, boy
Influenced by
and when your album drop we'll remember
And to all the Arab governments all yall pretenders
Kings only by title just a puppet
Words without action we ain't
than new shoes
Women coming by the flock I'm trying to buy me a coupe
Two seater no need for no one else
But me and you
They come around cause I'm
comptent .3.5.7
Drive by speed dans une 407
Mon son résonne de Nice jusqu'à Sete
Dans 5 piges je f'rai pendre vos têtes
Ici ça taffe dur, y a d'la pure
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