Lyrics:
[Chorus - repeat 2X]
What's Wrong With Bill - Inspired by swords that kill
Coldhearted, how can a person be taught to feel?
Thoughts concealed by
a fuck if they like me or not
I'ma raise this bitch
'Til you little fucks drop to the floor
Nobody move, nobody make a sound
My nigga, why'd ya got
baby (nasty)
Oh, the cooties (it's the movie, oh, no)
They comin' to get me, runnin' (runnin')
Touched by the unloyal
Trust, I had to shower for
Why the long face?
Why the long face?
Aren't you on your way home?
Why'd you run away?
Why'd you run away?
Don't you see the raindrops?
Why
rotation
Abstraction the aversion
Of where we are separated from learning
Oil is plastic you fucking asses
This place
Wasn't created by a god with a human
and dared me "Go a little farther"
Took the leap and plunged into the bottom of the water
And swam to the surface
Sunrays in my eyes
I was swimming, swimming,
could-have-beens
And in due time you'll earn those wins
It's a mad world, but I wanna stay on
I used to think I'd be gone by the time I was grown
But now I wanna
spare time
cause I'd rather stimulate your mind than emulate your purpose
And we have only touched on the surface of the serpent
Consider me part
inspired by that feelin' that I provided (talk to 'em)
Book of Conway, I'm far from my final chapter (uh-huh)
Retired trapper, my idols wasn't no rappers
sent to me
By angels up above, I'm certain
I thought I'd show you what love can be
But what did I know
Until along came you
To teach me about love
Y'all know me, still the same O.G.
But I been low-key
Hated on by most these - with no cheese
No deals and no G's
No wheels and no keys
No
Y'all know me, still the same O.G.
But I been low-key
Hated on by most these niggas with no cheese
No deals and no G's
No wheels and no keys
No
Y'all know me, still the same O.G.
But I been low-key
Hated on by most these niggas with no cheese
No deals and no G's
No wheels and no keys
No
Michael Keaton Black on black Black Album Beattles
Je vise la carrière pas l'hôpital Ils Se font la guerre pour du pipo
Je fournis le gaz et le zippo
we'd be
Prepare for downfall
We never did in time
I'm temperamental
You always say you're right
Just barely scratched the surface
Dive into land I'm not
why my dogs are the best in show
Been seein' Red, man, since I lost, Whut? The Album, shout-out Reggie No-
You already know my name from IG posts an'
on the tape, Donald-D break
Syndicate comin' through, I'm talkin' to you
Flexin' hardcore, what could you do?
When we roll up, you send your girl up
for keepin me outta pen
If it wernt for him and my paps, I'd be lookin at a 10
We all used to shot food but it was more about who was the gulliest in
By the fucking feds
All running wild
Bottlenecking vitamin D's supply
So I'm trapped in quarantine lonely
Lacking in connections, intimacy
Dating apps,
newspapers that pushed your album back
But it wouldn't have come out quicker if you induced labor
If you said something doper, I'd probably quote ya
But
And you ain't got nothing to say (what!)
Well it's album number two right (yeah)
So you gotta let 'em know (that's right)
So do your thing (yeah)
Take
wack, looking at my shoes in my videos
The back of my album cover, and stealing my marketing plan
Like you inventing something new to the company
by this release.
The question everbody wants to know is --
Why'd they get this nigga started?
Tupac, rather Makaveli, was not available for comment
But
a blue face
You mad ass hell, it's a closed case
I woke up feeling polite
Don't care 'bout what you say
Alkaline or the D'usse
Either way, we gon' be
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