Lyrics:
young or tragic when they stop fearing death
When death lives in your head so much it becomes normalized
A part of you and your identity
That's when you
A fragile spoon
Like death in the afternoon
I saw your breath in June
I won't go back to that old house again
Just to sit in the room where this all began
sith bowin' to my flow
'Cause when I force it, you in death grip
I rap in dead space
You rap in space ace
And when the flows meet
I stomp it like
loosing soul
And everyone is starting to notice
I told them wait till June, 'cause then I'm dropping the coldest
That ain't up for debate
And in this game
mutilated like cannibal over serpent rattles
I'm seeing shadows and bodies swingin' from gallows
As I'm sitting in a circle surrounded by seven candles
My
thoughts by my window
In a black dress
Death chillin in da corner wit
A blunt lit
Planning on my death
They gonna kill me for da sun set
Gotta get it how u
Never forget April 8th
Welcome to June 6th baby
Pride month every month baby, let's go
I'm here with the Fools today
On this very special day
never swam in schools
Eye to hand coordination is on
Never lose my cool
If you got beat down you didn't sue
That's the era that I'm from
It was double
'bout to faint
I'm scared to death that he stops me
Heart beating so loud you can hear the echo in that lobby
And see I'm breaking down if I don't make
Bitch, I'll rip your fucking face off
I never take no day off, I stay in the club if the bass hard
I only hop on the beat if the credits say "produced by
pain and death
Let the intrusive thoughts win
I feel the frowns when I turn around
I feel it in my chest
And I blame it on the world, like I always do
Check it out
Ladies and gentleman
I present my self
I go by the name of Sol you know
I'm here to introduce the album
The first album of the D.O.A.
of Nothing, it's the brand, it's the moon
Ima get it tatted on my hand very soon
Albums out in summer, yeah it's landing in June
There's no space for two of us
a pretty face, a slim waist, sweet perfume
Can't believe this shit
Second week in June, second night in Cancun
Pop Cris' by the full moon and the stars is
down my halls and constantly be reminded
By pictures, all on my walls and I couldn't sleep at night 'cause
That image burned in my brain of you on that
of Tupac Shakur's latest album, Better Dayz
This is yet another posthumous release by Tupac
Which raises the question
Where are these songs coming from?
of Tupac Shakur's latest album, Better Dayz
This is yet another post-humorous release by Tupac
Which, raises the question
Where are these songs coming
You removed me back in June
I've kept quiet but now I'm vocal
After I write this song you'll be a
Distant memory, of a time where
We were crazy no you
to get in position/Victory lap Nipsey cause all of the money's in it (come on)/
Hook: (June B)
Tell me what's the problem you saw the collection/Nothin'
be in Russia
I'mma touch ya
Vocal assassin, motivated by cash
Shoot for the loot, brownies and black mask
Wit' da limited edition classic
Rhymes
Of thoughts that wake of thee
Than aught upon Earth
As a bud green in spring
As a rose blown in June
Thy beauty looked out
And departed as soon
Heaven
but not a Picasso Uh uh a Damien Hirst impossible death
in the mind of someone alive yeah, so we living and we getting it
and we live Lord can we get
own blood and motherfucking Cum
More death in these motherfucking drums than a motherfucking k solo album
I'm the horny creep that rapes you in these
stare at me
I'm who the real Pharaoh should be & it's me
Bullet proof vest in the middle of the shoot out
I survived, not surprising' death couldn't
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