Lyrics:
Ain't no drank in my cup I'm too busy rolling up
On the surface she my wife
Behind the scenes she my slut
Weave down ass up she know how we like
Loving the way your hands fit up into mine
Can't get enough of you when you are by my side
I'm hypnotised oh, it's paradise when I'm with you
is my gift
What are my talents
What is my purpose
Why am I here
Why am I challenged
When will it surface
What is my gift
What are my talents
What is
see all of the hurt
Most go by what they see
But looks only go so deep
Yeah, not all flowers are real flowers
And not all silk-thread in one piece
surface
Everyone's calm
Calmed down by heat
Calmed down by light
And the astonishing sight
But there are bubbles
There on the water
And under the skin
A-udzu bilahi mina shaitoni rojeem
Bismillahi rahamani roheem
Lain shakartum la azdanakum
Wa-lain kafartum inna adzabi la shadiid
B'orun ba nran o
Being taken for granted
By other roses
And other plants
And other hands…
The life of a rose
Rests in the hands of generations.
Generations that have
to gases like air. Matter can exist in several different states, including solid, liquid, gas, and plasma, and these states are determined by the arrangement
its head above the waves, and cried, “o lord, I’m drowning!”
Oh! Who could think of shaving when informed by the barber,
That a speaking sea monster
the surface of a new day
Lay your head down, I'll hear you say
I am so alone
I'm by your side
I have no love
You have my heart
I have my heart
I have no way
I
Most times I'd never fight with my girl, but this night it got nasty
Inner demons surface over feelings she bottled up since the party
Tonight she
now I'm trippin
On MC's cliche, shot that ricochets
Start trouble bust bubbles, hip to wicked ways
Gotta love me, G-O-D no one above me
Look good
Cliche
Shot that ricochets
Start trouble bust bubbles
Hit the wicked ways
Gotta love me
G-O-D no one above me
Look up but fuck ugly
Techna
shot that ricochets
Start trouble bust bubbles, hip to wicked ways
Gotta love me, G-O-D no one above me
Look good but fuck ugly, tap your jaw
From my
now I'm trippin
On MC's cliche, shot that ricochets
Start trouble bust bubbles, hip to wicked ways
Gotta love me, G-O-D no one above me
Look good
When I dream I can find myself safely
Nothing past the calm surface that I can keep
I felt held, wasn't burdened by the same deep hurt I escaped from
we're bleeding
So deep that we might not get back up
Our words will tear through the surface
Like a paper, like a papercut
Right now I don't know why
know I'm not the G-O-A-T
F-L-O-A-T
Fuckin' Lamest of All Time
Bro that's me
Stick around long enough and you're gonna see
I'll disappoint you time
spiritual things
Aye o
Aye o
Aye, Aye, Aye, Aye
Aye o
Aye o
Aye, Aye, Aye, Aye
By the power of the Holy Ghost
By the power of the Holy Ghost
We are birthing
numb from it
MC's in my circumference is confronted son
Get your growth stunted from this, you don't want it
(What nigga?) The Black Thought and M-O
stanchezza, seri,
dicevan “TU, non esisti”
Ho gettato mio figlio da una rupe, o forse è caduto,
di certo io ne avevo voglia...
Cento vite
cento morti
cento
To the tune of “Perfect Day” by Lou Reed
[Verse 1]
Morphological
Limitations will include
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Cannot
and get this off my chest
By digging up the skeletons to finally confess
Wait, am I losing it?
There's an itch under my skin
Is this pain another sin?
a heart beat before the verse finish
But life goes on, basic rules still apply
And you can feel that lot in any hood that you live by
From Flatbush,
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