Lyrics:
and principles set shall be broke by no man
I'm a real deal. So he's something like a big deal. We'll flick. That's the big real niggas gonna under the steel
Even
of optical sewer, release the handle that holds all the
Gates up, puncture the eyeballls, that seep all the muck up,
Read all the books and he people worth
up, read all the books and he people worth reading and still see the muck on the sky of the ceiling
Left Voice (Morrison, Tucker)
Please raise
down, I felt his bones
And put my rambo back in the sheath
(Splash, splash, splash)
I'm in the back road with two rambos
Clocked me an opp and he left
Let 'em talk that shit while on them pills
Turn down as soon he feel this steel
Nigga, know we do this shit, for real
Tryna fight, by night his top
He’s an idiot
And he wears his brain on his sleeve
He finger paints by numbers
For the world to see
He’s ginning up support
He’s trying on some new
There's moans
In my promise
Now there's bones
In my closet
I got bones in my closet, but you hang stuff anyway
Got webs in my dresser, but you
doors not as
Heavy as my heart (I can't breathe)
I thinkin Blue Cross might not be enough!
(It's not enough) veteran of 4 wars by 19
Lord knows that he's
hear that name and place a trigger to the figure who
It blew through and if ya try ta rip, I throw a bigger blue shoe to you
And if you take the shoe,
it's part of my character that I wanna put in a film with David Lynch
I showed my friend Jon Twin Peaks and Eraserhead, he really got into it and said it
Trump impeachment
Scroll scroll scroll
Pregnant Muslim woman punched and stomped
Scroll scroll scroll
Your poetry sucks. You should be a dog walker
walker
Your man big talker, but he dead broke
Yeah I been broke, now I'm J smoker
I lost my way but now we back
The fuckboy back, am I seeing that
We
chick that I'm 'bout to go sink my teeth in (ha)
New chrome Mac, I hit him, heard a few bones crack
That killer shit, my whole crew on that
Niggas
Unky stressed, he'll kill you hmm
(Ooh, it's BlueStrip, baby) Unky stressed
Huh
Unky stressed
He'll pop your top for a pack of cigs
I don't do it in
It's a gray rose
on the graves of a day
Popped balloons by bullet spray
No eyes to even look away
Red for bloodshed
and blues self represented
(uh-huh)
The more they try to prove their worth, the more I'm unimpressed
I trust no one but myself, he the only one that hasn't fuckin' left
I'm
Blue morning, blue morning
Wrapped in strands of fist and bone
Curiosity, kitten
Doesn't have to mean you're on your own
You can look outside
the truth (take the)
Get through
Right yours, wait if you just keep it true
Don't fight the blues, don't fight the blues
Brotha man, young man
Let me
cold turn you black and blue shit
It don't take much for me to lose it
Just prolly when you thought I was gonna go easy on you
The beat drops
And I'm
than desperate
I'll prolly die from one of these bats and blue badges
Body slammed on black and white paint, my bones snappin'
Or maybe die from panic
than desperate
I'll prolly die from one of these bats and blue badges
Body slammed on black and white paint, my bones snappin'
Or maybe die from panic
Now he's wanted by the magistrate
He's wanted by the man
Shot the sheriff of Sterns
Got blood on his hands
And now he's on the run
So many bones he
night, under stars he did set sail
A shadow stalked the ship, certain death lay waiting in the deep blue
Sails whipped by wind, as a storm quickly
on sodium
Hit up Bally's to turn his G into three
Y'all complaining about the ATM fees?
Ordered a Johnny Walker blue bottle for myself
Waitress 5'2"
Had
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