Lyrics:
Mae'n rhy hwyr i anwybyddu'r gwIr.
Mae yr allwedd yn ein dwylo ni
Peidiwn anwybyddu'r gri
Gan ei bod hi'n unfed awr ar ddeg
Mae na gynllun fedrwn roi ar
of the cracks
Then it fills the lungs of a man
Who will die a slow tortured death!
Don't hold yr breath
I hear the train leavin'
Vanishing round the bend
I
Uh PD 1-9-Y-R-S
I like it I mean it's a mix of my favorite shit you know?
No like it's like a follow up to 1-8Y.R-S It's got all my favorite people
jeg danser nedi trappene.
Du gjør meg vill,
la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
Du gjør meg yr,
og jeg føler meg som 14 år.
Du gjør meg vill,
money nigga donttttttt wait
For a yr I ate colddddd shank
Count that money fast but get it faster
I'm official ima real trapper
Street nigga all in
massacre
Yr face will hurt from laughing
Stop second guessing
Now I wanna play Fri 13th
Cole stop inviting me
I can't hear over the leaves
I have an Odd way
Saw you
Standing
In
My driveway
And I wondered where you would go
If I left yr side for a minute too long
You, yr health
Falling apart
Right in
Bitch broke My Heart at just 10yrs Old
That shit hit the Bone
Found out Adderall
Damn! That Shit broke My Soul
Couple years down the Road now I'm
a better person
Get out that fucking
System immersion
That is yr resurrection
trying by other section
Be free
Brisa saaaaaaai
Sozinho eu penso merda
tarnished over
and i'm still not feeling older
Without yrself
Without yr friends to enjoy it with
Well, isn't it all worthless anyway?
And we'll make a bet
school they gather around
Imprisoned in this town
When almost doesn't count
But yr oh so close
And yr image doesn't fit the mold
So then you switch yr
rainwater tromping dried into stains on yr cowhide
When metaphors aren't real enough and dreams a waste of time
I have forgotten what it's like to be funny
artnigger.com
it felt true to me
but i tickt private registration
cuz i'm too good to be true
i never noe if i
shd keep yr qualms
on my mind or my machine
yr
Wish i could be some lovely boy
& i don't wanna be yr fucking toy
Tell me how to live & i'll walk my way
I don't give a fuck & thats okay
I'll sit in my little chair & watch how the room swirls
Dreamin' days & dreamy nights are spooky little things for me
I don't wanna see yr face
upon us
Mixed blessings in reverse
Each tessellating heartache
Assaulted wound, a richer verse
Mixed mass-age mourned and wormed and burned
Yr lesson
i came around
U been lookin good, i should eat u up
I jus seen yr friends yeah they want me yeah
I been trippin too much bby yeah
I been feelin coup’d
vibin on beat
Yeah im jus vibin
Likin these sounds
Thinkin I'll drown
I'm too damn stylish
Dont let yr chick 'round
Play this shit loud
I'm from
Dwi di bod yn meddwl am yr haf mor hir, ma'n brifo fi,
dwi di bod yn meddwl am yr awyr las, a'r maes yn boeth dan dy draed.
Yn un o'r mur ti byth ar
So you wanna get it on with GorillaFace
Well keep yr teeth showing and keep up the pace
I wanna get ya goin all up in this place
There's really no
with offside ovations
To hot and bothered to care for a bearing that only lead home
I could be yr catcher -
Just write off the misses
Singin? it like
Thirty-Five Seven to his head tryna get bread
So i can get fed ended up in court guilty how i plead fuck it
10 Long yrs i was stuck in the bucket gutta slept
Always when you run. Start with nothing
Leave yr self behind
When you turn around look for something
You can't find
It's over now. It's all been for
Hold yr head- nothing left- no one needs you
Less is more! Nothing good. No one's there at all!
Hold yr needs- or hold yr head. Nothing wasted
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