Lyrics:
then ya sat there and looked I remember when
Those where the days with the box TV's on the floor I remember when
Drinking kool-aid and walking
stare of a dog whose day is done
As he watered the green stuff in his glass and the drops fell one by one
Then I got to figgering who he was and wondering
to leave
When you're lookin' like that?
Oh, I keep thinkin' I might stay here
By your side and watch the green grass grow
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
I got
This Hollywood Stel
Shit, got albums for free
And got albums for sale, ya
VBS on neck and wrist man I'm looking fly
Strap behind my Gucci
the beginning of Hell all my friendships fell
I had to focus on myself and make an album when I'm well
I found my best friend after three days lying dead on his
Covers, videos and all that shit
Fuck you post-Drake-ass cliche-jerking, LA-Slauson rapping
Fuck-nigga-ass Hypebeast niggas, now back to the album
to get your fuckin throat slit
I wanna call Gus and hang you by your pedo wrists
This is not a threat, just a little wish
Also scammy fake mechanics do
Yeah-yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Mama said it would be days like this
Knew the police was gon' raid like this
Knew this shit was in my veins like
And when I'm rollin' by
Niggas can't see me
The stares of a million pairs of eyes
And you'll never realize
You can't see me
Been gettin' word that
And when I'm rollin' by
Niggas can't see me
The stares of a million pairs of eyes
And you'll never realize
You can't see me
Been gettin' word that
Puffing Inspirado I been Smoking by the pound
I been smoking too much these days - you can catch me in the clouds
10 blunts to the face - So I ain't ever
talkin' this and that
Of how we sound like the R, and our music was wack
Dropped the album Strictly Business and you thought we was bold
Thirty days later,
hold a piece of steel
So what you sayin'?
So what you sayin'?
Puttin heads to bed, straight out the box
MC's, are jumpin' out shoes and socks
I'm
to the white side
Okay, there's a bright side, a day that I might slide
You may call it a pass, I call it haulin' my ass
Through that patch of grass over them
(Where are you?)
Oh-oh
Oh
The Divine Feminine, an album by Mac Miller
Oh-oh (The Divine Feminine)
(The Divine Feminine) Oh
Am I supposed to?
(yeah)
After every round with a blade I chop (yeah, yeah)
Three quarters a box and I'm whippin' the rock
Straight drop 'til the yola locks (yeah, yeah,
It happened
Those college days just passed me by, I watched my friends get high
Cannot peace out and say goodbye, I asked my mother why
Can I stay
at it, after mathematics
In the home of drive-by's and ak-matics
Swap meets, sticky green, and bad traffic
I dip through, then I give you (still)
gotta say to me, bitch gotta say to me
I do what I want I don’t have to explain a
Maufukin thang bout the green like I’m Draymon
I don’t give a fuck if
(Goodnight Darkboy )
We ain't dead had to live in the box
One day had her heart on lock
You can kick rocks
Good kid yea he follows the law
Messages
ya box in the mud
Get ya glocks in ya gloves
Ride drops on dubs
We gon' live by that
Make the snitches catch a cut
Soldier pistol nigga what
Hit
[Master P talking]
G man, why don't you go on, pass the dank
Let's take a lil' break ya know whatb I'm sayin'
Before we finish this album up
yaknahmsayin?
Niggas don't wanna peep game, yaknahmsayin?
But this shit come all the way back around here
My nigga Dre, droppin' heat box on y'all bitch-ass
Hey there
Hey guys how's it going
Welcome back
Welcome back to another episode you Could say
Welcome to Burn the box EP
It's going to be a lots
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