Lyrics:
gotta get through the day now God has me I'm blessed
Til a couple of minutes, I'm fidgeting
Just unconscious no warning
I'm starting to think I'm dying
gotta get through the day now God has me i'm blessed
Till a couple of minutes i'm fidgeting
Just unconscious no warning
I'm starting to think I'm dying
gotta get through the day now God has me im blessed
til a couple of minutes i'm fidgeting
just unconscious no warning
I'm starting to think I'm dying
and the hand grows cold
With the petals, it grows from it
By the sun, it shone, and the story unfolded
The things I got from it
What you want, what you need
What
the lie of
Consensual delusion
You're exposed
Surrender yourself
Vacuous mystic
Unconscious by design
Sell your soul to sleep
Drown the light by chasing
the land into a frozen, inhospitable environment. To escape the cold many soldiers abandoned their usual sleeping place of a slit trench covered by a bivouac
The 5-0 narcan me my life saved by a pig
Fuck them hoes in blue I think that they really twigs
But when I left myself for dead I was saved by a cop
take a swagger
Ice cold Jägermeister, take a dragon hold
Bo county crook, slide like the Nike swoosh
Bruce Almighty got more problems than Spidey,
chauffer I'm self driven
Except in a tesla, that's self driven
Left me high and dry in my mind
And yeah it took a minute
To get back to me
No I'm not
of the soul
I never knew your heart could be so cold
You're driven by ambition and you want the best that you can get
Ambition leads you blindly if you let
grabbed a six of some twist tops
better safe than sorry
by the time I hit the party it was already 10:40
I'm tryna blow this stress from my mother
last night I'm dashed out
Slept for a minute but I didn't sleep to long before
I was awakin' by some heavy bangin' on my door
It was the popo 'cause
It's been a minute my nigga
Please let me finish my nigga
I'm back up in it my nigga
100 yards runnin 5 starts
Run it up I ain't sprinting my nigga
Yeah, niggas don't know about Fatback
With the different color records they had back in the days
You know what I mean, the belt-driven turntables
distracted
Cuz a bad girl walked by
With high heels and a hand bag
What a pleasure
Don't need to get it because I got it
Cold as the Rocky Road my grandfather
You, you, you, you got five, five minutes
You, you, you, you got (uh)
Five minutes to perform your fake act
Yeah, uh, you think you know me homie
And you know I ain't gypping
Listen I'm tripping
Ain't no flipping the script
Cause I'm driven
I draw up the plan and I skirt
Then I'm dipping
Glisten in
the 13th let's get another tattoo
Teen romantic comedy this shits a snafu
Five minute showers but them thoughts hold powers contemplating lyrics for hours
introspection
You ain't Goldie, you Nas, and my heart ain't cold as it was
And I go through multiple love triangles over and over enough
I talk to my boxing
Same fire got me driven don't know what I'd do without it
Food for thought if you hungry, beef you don't really want see
If I start seein' red? (Nothin'
How did this happen?
Or more specifically
Please use the next
18 minutes or so
To describe
In a single rambling rant
And in the
Most confusing way
but really it's a gift though
All these people try to tell you how to live it by the minute
Told 'em,""Thank you for the info."" (Thanks bro)
I heard
take a swagger
Ice cold Jägermeister, take a dragon hold
Bo county crook, slide like the Nike swoosh
Bruce Almighty got more problems than Spidey,
the circus, they trying serve
I'm either too hood for my own good
Or I'm too good for my own hood
Cold is the climate in the hearse
Where they found me in
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