Lyrics:
the furthest from home.
You can run but you can't hide
Count to ten and close your eyes
Feel the water and it's tide
Once it's done you're my corpse bride
It's
my door)
Fell asleep fire department looking like (Nigga)
What the hell is wrong with you?
Why the hell would you lock your door
You understand you
and a little wolfsbane
Well we were at the door
And when it opened inside there were freaks galore
Their eyes glowed as if lit by an eerie light
I said "I don't
shit
I'm in my Lambo' maggot, my fo' fo' fagot
Doors lift up I'm like Go Go Gadget
See the shit I got on, homey I hate too
My Teflon arm brought my
It's late
Maybe three in the am
Man, I was so emerged in my work
I lost track of time
It wouldn't be the first time
Getting in late like this
My
on Sundays, oh
Forgive me, Father, I just want to go back home
Feels like I'm sad and have to bear the brunt
I'm only young and sadness breaks my bones
Don't
I will carry you home all the way
And I will make you feel safe
Like the bold and the brave
And give you lo-o--ove all day-ay
And when you fall down
Down by home, deep in my vine
Hold your line
Said i never understood
What you claim, why you close
Bet it pays them toll
Right on
flippers
And I can't come around, like you do your rhyme, cause I'm different
You can't make your shit sound like mine cause it isn't
I run whether
owns Congress? So marijuana was outlawed in 1937 and they fanned the racism fires playing the racism card just like they do when they want to crack down
mind, I been clouded by the madness
This shit gon' get sticky, watch that door that's in the back, yeah
Gotta watch out for them niggas, say they broke,
Turn off the lights, I'm not coming home Mother
I've gotten use to sleeping on the floor
Lock the front door, back, and side
I left my window open so
Till you feel the pain
Stopping dead within your tracks then
You hear that thunder crack leave you blind
Like you're Lee Sin you're in the
Dust I am
holes in my aura
An hour felt like an entire day
Let's celebrate the fact that
It's crumbling down
Camouflage no longer blends in
It doesn't work
Why are
gon' die, we like Bunny and Clyde
Somehow it feel like we always seek, cause niggas fuckin' hide
Kaden, you a bitch, that's on your mama, wish you woulda
way we will
I love what you’ve done with the garden
What you’re doing for that girl
Like warm arms darling
Your warm smile
Warmest thing in my world
cocaine, shit
You can tell by the moisture
3 man cells, I had the most mail
Selling cracks in the rain
Fiends on the Stone Island coat tail
The Bentley
What's done
Any chance I quit at ten
I stop at twenty
Multiplied by three
Psych
More to see like O M E
I have a complex God but
Never use His name in
cooked... "I like that baby"
Straight in the door, straight to the floor
I'm already high but light up one more
Just got home I'm tryna chill but I...
my sister in years
It's like yo fuck it now
You're dead to me
I'm not your brother now
I love my mother now
But damn I was bad kid
Back in the day
inside my arms
But wintertime was always ours
Now your boots are by the door
They're covered in dust instead of snow
And it's hard to find my place
When
around
Fuck it
Who make you feel like me
Dem other niggas wasn't down
You were right there in the field with me
Shawty gone ride - she like fuck ah nigga
up until your man come home
Popping these pills feel like a rolling stone
Oh you worried 'bout me girl I didn't know
Mom I'm sorry if I don't make it
her feet
Glock in my right palm got my
Strong arm steady like kwali
Make it hard for you to get
By the silencer is so serene
Sound like a california
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