Lyrics:
my belts everything is blurred
No air left in my oxygen supply
Soon I'll sleep away earth is just a memory
In many years from now
Someone will
falling victim to the lie
Keep a sharp eye there's a steady supply of hate in the air
To them cats who stare the ice grill with the glare
But everything is
which song should be
Released as a single
From his sophomore album, Dreams
Worth More Than Money
Which he's scheduled to complete within the
Week because
now I ain't fucking with a bitch ass hoe
Drills arnt my thing but this album I'll put it aside
Imma fly high and then glide by I will never die
Gunshots
pressure when I come by
I stay with that heat, might as well call it July
I supply, I'm providing rules and you don't comply
You ain't in my circle, you
A nuclear power plant exploded this morning
It’s certainly a virus
Conflicts over drinking water supplies are raging all across the continent
we’re left to bare
All the damages caused by this love in the air
Did I say love? I meant to say hate
There’s a fine line between but it's an endless
the time they wanna fight its a minor things
I could never be defined by designer things
Dont mean i aint working to supply em things
On me beef and drama
Blood of the Grape
written by Nathan Conrad and Nick Mitchell
It was cotton candy the first time I tried a bite
Forbidden fruit on the track
the time is nigh
Songs, like trees, your air supply
You gotta pay it forward
You gotta give it back
We're seeding as you're reading
The lyrics to this track
day air nigga you can get it in the mail
I was saved by the bail
I was saved by a mother fucking scale
I'm'a count fast till my skin turning pale
I
to a little playlist I made
With Maroon 5 and Air Supply
And don’t forget Barry White
That sounds like me lovin' on you to
A LITTLE NIGHT MUSIC
the market's
Swiftly move to mark it show the world W.H.O the mark is
I'm similar to where started
I mean Ive got a Woo hand
First reports it's not spread by
Supply for air
Viewer's percept
Infernal mistress
Syndrome to
Collect your victims
Infamous Rules (Nothing will left)
Bringers of disease (The figures
the air
Living under one broken sky
Maybe you can tell me why
I close my eyes and dream of days gone by
I'm the one who keeps our love alive
My heart is
reclusive trillionaire
With a maniacal air and a violent flare
Vibrant tyrant enshrined in a stylish chair
You can find me there on my island lair
Where
breathe, air from
Some people's demands and needs
Been on their hands and knees
Being made to thank and please
Supply it
Inspired by people called violent
I
down in Florida so I fled to Tennessee
Don't judge a book by a cover I got a long story
The voices saying that they coming to get me but I am not worried
Happy the man, whose wish and care
A few paternal acres bound,
Content to breathe his native air,
In his own ground.
Whose heards with milk, whose
me for one thing
I got too much to do
I got to much of something
Maybe its a drug in the water supply
The air that we breathe is making us all high
a lot of time I'ma slide to the side the Vicky's
I'll supply the dope in dick form like Bobby did Whitney
I'm your pusher man got you addicted now you
I'd read every hobo book collected on my shelf
I fancied that I'd like to try the hobo life myself
I'd live on beans and move about exclusively by
"It is the 22nd century. I am the last of the Mars Colonists. The air
supply has almost run out on this desolate Mars colony, and the food
supplies
+High+
Hustle big like Butch in the why-be -I
We did it 'n died, the gang still multiplied
Sock yo windpipe, cut yo air supply
Hypnotized, not by
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