Lyrics:
never listened to my parents
Feelin linkin park numb I could never do no caring
We ain't on the same level
All gas push pedals
I control my own mental
I
Free falling
I wake up crack of dawn and
I follow my reflection
That's how I stay evolving
Wide awake linkin park
Like I'm crawling on the bark
staring down blood covered hands
Trapped in the corner starting down blood covered hands
Stolen guitar
By a friend
Precious heirloom turned into drug money
Guru linkin like a cuban yeah
(Yeah)
(Yeah)
(Yeah)
I'm Sensei who the fuck are you
Ayo tell yo friends that they need to step it up
They worried
his church ain't right
Deacon is a pimp, tell by his eyes
Mrs. Parks said, "Brother Starks, meet you at the numbers spot
Heard you got red tops out,
his church ain't right
Deacon is a pimp, tell by his eyes
Mrs. Parks said, "Brother Starks, meet you at the numbers spot
Heard you got red tops out,
it
See, how many times have we done this, man?
How many clique songs have you heard over
The years from the South Park Coalition?
All the way down
happened next
Another bitch came by to give me sex
It was kind of strange I was thrown off
The last bitch got her head blown off
But fuck I ain'tsta
to that
It was Eminem and Backstreet Boys
Fifty Cent in the club bumping New Noise
Linkin Park
And Street Sharks
Red power ranger could you call me Tony
There was a lady, a lady of York
Low down in the valley
And she fell courting in her father's park
Down by the greenwood side
She leant her
running like a dream
Giving it the beans and we're all making progress, heads down in the slipstream
We'll all meet in the car park, round the back
as much
It eases the pain by making me throw up my fuckin' lungs
But fuck it imma keep doing it just because
I like to get high while I'm writing lyrics
Yeah one of them days
And we were chilling at the park
Feeling like I'm Miller at the arc
Killing it like Starks at The Garden
Feeling myself
My
Make the temperature rise, the temperature rise
We cap to ride, cap to homicide
It's instrumental, heat is in the dead of the winter
In the heart
Rev. ain't right, his church ain't right
Deacon is a pimp, tell by his eyes
Mrs. Parks said, "Brother Starks, meet you at the numbers spot
Heard you got
ass off your feet (remix, c'mon)
They call me Drag-On, when it's time to bomb
I burn 'em all, 'til they all say turn 'em off
'cause these chips,
It's Two Eazy
One thing about the Grind
Is you gone be by yourself
Along the ride
They switchin up
So I focus on wealth
If I call you fam
It's love
off the leash It’s forever fuck police
Want me slow it down Ima speed it up
In that pussy ya Ima beat it up
Splitting lanes Cuz A nigga ina hurry
about to bust your bubble like a tree lord
Too much marijuana got me p-noid
I'm killing instrumentals with that All So Simple Can It Be, boy
Shout to Lil
(uh-huh)
Ran numbers with pimps and I laid down cents
One of a kind Birdman, I shine (I shine)
If 22's on it?
The bitch ain't mine (no)
I taught her
mesmerized by how madness roams freely
In the customs of the modern generation
Wanna burn down Babylon wit' hot incineration
I be takin' inspiration from
to the masses
Watch the coke do gymnastics
Dominique Hawkins, foreign my car when I'm mashin'
Chain busting it down, wrist busting it down
Your bitch
A Man He Never Knew
Little boy played in a Cleveland park
Cop shot him down before its dark
Sister cuffed while he's bleedin out
Twelve years old who
Buffalo for the weekend (word)
I denied it, that look in your eyes, you knew I was lyin', I could
I could tell by your silence, I'm sorry, bae, I was
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