Lyrics:
director because I just shoot for the stars
Get it, shoot for the stars
And I ain't distracted by groupies and cars
Get in the booth, doing my part
Spitting
Through any season
Keep my head
Peace
Hidden in fleeces
I sport a hoodie
Like a cloaks
On me
It’s gold
On me
Got me lookin
Like my old Auntie
At the cookout
with Mother Brown
When nothing goes right and gold and silver are tight
Where do you turn when you're in a spin?
I've been there my friend my hand is
Tied down with a full heart, lived my wild days from an early start
Fell hard at twenty-two, landed softly right by you
I gasp for breath
I said get out of my head
I ain't tryna fucking talk to you
And yeah I'm talking to myself
Tell me what the fuck you gonna do
Are you angry by any
[Chorus]
With fortune's rocks millstones you hang round my throat
And a brick for my window weighted down with a note
I hope you find someone just
[Chorus]
With fortune's rocks millstones you hang round my throat
And a brick for my window weighted down with a note
I hope you find someone just
a world all my own
The only place I call home
Where no hurt can get to me
And no one but me can see
Pretty flowers dance and sing
Laughter is
towards my love
Usher in the high world
Divine mistress of my chaste night
Libertines reception in the floral park
Shocker at the sight horsewhip my body
And make it work somehow
This is, this for Malcolm and music
My story, my movement, never forgetting the children
Keep your head to the sky
The only
the henna rock
Flow semi-hot handling me your not
Check my forte not even on a bad day you beat this
Rather beat your dick or your bitch
My flow be the sick
going to play it straight, I'm going to take my chance, I want to dance
Hi ho hi ho hi ho, we're heading out to the punk rock show
Colleagues
play
Blindfold em and (line em up in a row)
I'm bored out of my fucking mind with these fat asses and fast food
Fake beefs and rap crews, snap-backs
about it.. Kid Capri?
[Verse One]
Hang 'em high, let him suffer, before he die
Cause in my mind I see that little girl cry
She was abused, misused,
I know a guy who lives in a box
He built it himself of cement and rocks
And he'll never come out though I beg and plead
He's got all that he wants
the Potions
It's Renaissance
We can afford it
The world is contaminated
By the lack of originality
Another analogy ugh
The bulls*** it trigger my allergies
Just
say it back (back)
You don't wanna judge me by my past (past)
Made a movie, she forgot her worth (worth)
Victim of a Hollywood curse (cu-u-urse)
Tell
arms you just kicking shit so
That’s why I’m never worried bout how they talk
I live by a code that I could never neglect
My palm itching bout that money
support
Living day by day on the edge of the lens
But he didn't realize that life was short
Now Eazy turning your sleep put your heat
My stars as I match
Me?
Just think about it what you're getting that i'm giving i'm all about getting at it you belong on a pedestal - you're my queen, it's my world you
for the weekend benders
By November I was only worried about how I'd send it
I can't sleep, I can't sleep man, fuck
I smoke weed trees so my eyes stay
who don't care if you do
Are you the type to get excited by a molecule divided?
Split an atom in a fraction, blow a nuclear fuse
Are you seeking
a nigga under me
GREAT you lil niggas better run from me
And i still pour lean by the 4oz
Same nigga back used to sell OG
Nigga yeah that's on GOD
I used
servings, my fans are deserving
heard immunity, get through the coonery, brush back the fro, and let my flow go
stationary world, lights in motion, all we
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