Lyrics:
Yeah
This is a Project Christ Record track
Produced by the one and only "Dansmko"
Enjoy the beat, enjoy the bass
Project Christ
When I think about it
vie mais en pire, comme cœur mais en pierre
Comme crie pour enfuir comme crève pour enfer
I don't want to get old
Hell of life, it's get me cold
I dare
Welcome to the show man I just had to
I just had to get some things off my chest off my brain you feel me?
While I'm cruisin' on the parkway right
you claiming you can't just see me and ran like an athlete
Made his feet beat the street, Jimmy Neutron, yeah he had to blast
Then we creep by
like Michael Myers but here every season
I get satisfaction by seeing em leaking
They calling me wreckless
They call me a heathen
They choke on they
no salary
Got my pain overpourin on these pages like gat-ling gun a bang! bang! bang! look at me battling
Runnin trains on these beats until I get it
Serpents swarm around me still, because I knew you too well (well, well)
Mean streets, out east
And I'm embarrassed that I feel your heart beat next to me
cold, you see the evil side of me
Young prodigy, and you can tell by how a nigga ridin' beats
Prada me, no Prada outta me, unless you ma or dee
I nut all
a long, long time
'Til I regain control
I'm still a prisoner
Held captive by his memory
He was my strongest weakness
And I'm afraid he'll always be
you drippin'"
It be hard for me to pick a thot
If he playing both sides, that get 'em knocked off
Won't even be able pick a side
We beat down yo'
that's it not that important and I should just go out and see them whenever I can
Momma want me to just go get the bag and just stay out of trouble where
em with the left like yaw aint ever been that hard
Waitin on infinity to stop me on the beat
Though this energy upended me can't knock me off my feet
I
twerkin' wit'?
Throw it, bust it open, show me what you twerk wit'?
Ass so fat, need a lap dance
I'm in that white ghost chasin' Pac-Man
Hundred out
'em out the box
I got a rhyme to wake, you're sloppin' up and down the blocks
There never was a time when I was down to meetin' by myself
When all
Take me by surprise make sure I keep my eyes on the prize
Extra sweet southern style can't wait to get between them thighs
c'mon baby let's go hit
and bring it right back to me
Throw yo' back out
Bust it down and bring it right back to me
Throw yo' back out
Bust it down and bring it right back to me
What the hell are musicals?
It appears to be a play where the dialogue stops
And the plot is conveyed through song
Through song?
Yes
Wait, so
to fend for themselves
And now the protection's gone for the oldest out of the two it was hell
And now he's just, fightin', fightin' always fightin'
But
Before you know it
You'll feel the fire
But don't get burned by the flame
You'll find the answer any day
With every beat of my heart
I keep getting
all you need
I said that mean old devil, gone and made a fool out of me
I said that mean old devil, gone and made a fool right out of me
He stole my
needed healing
I couldn't hear them for the thunder
I was half the naked distance between hell and heavens ceiling
And he almost pulled me under
Now
don't give a damn who ignoring me
Oh, and I'm not done, by the way
This is just an, um, brief intermission, so
Uh prepare for the second half
Yeah, yeah,
right hand If you see me on the dope train Ready to make a stand Old folks scared of eye gain Out the window pane they be lookin with a migrane While I
ironic, I had the brew, she had the chronic
The Lakers beat the Supersonics
I felt on the big fat fanny
Pulled out the jammy, and killed the punanny
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