Lyrics:
Empty the shells if niggas give you the reason
Never was the type to be stuck and duckin' and weavin
By the grievin'
My story's no fairy tale, reach
come easy
Words - they can hurt me
Friends - stay together baby never break apart
Don't - play fire
Don't - stop desire
Don't - you want my heart ?
8.
position watch the nigga climb
You either jealous of me or living vi
cariously yes it must be seriously
I'm out of y'all league you cannot touch me
I'm
My neighbours wanna sleep in peace
Landlady's all about her peas
Cuz on the phone calling me money tree
But my bank balance's giving me fits
My
throw up your hands and drop your mic
'Cause I'll go third, and he'll go fourth
By the fifth you're dissed cause you lost
Six is your beat down,
dummy brick, I compressed it together
Before he came already had a tester together
Think you gon' get one up on me? Never
I up the gun on whoever
My best
no sci-fi horror
Walk by today, drive-by tomorrow
Talk hype, get blazed, why do you bother?
You've been wally since Tim Tam Tommy
Go raves
Get paid but
peak
Got no beef
But if you want leave you 6 feet
Too deep
All this trama can barely sleep
We creep creep
Big Scando taught me never seek
All this
much I do
How much I succeed
I always just feel like it's never a hundred percent
That's what makes me have that bittersweet feelin'
You nah mean?
of Storytella
(My brother told me keep going, you'll be a millionaire)
And I like to welcome you to my debut album, Insomnia
I can do all things through Jesus
think you boys little mind
What I think you lost
Engaged to my dough
I never think divorce
Watch me come through in that sea blue Porsche
Right now nigga
think you boys little mind
What I think you lost
Engaged to my dough
I never think divorce
Watch me come through in that sea blue Porsche
Right now nigga
like Zack, you wish
Y'all actin' like fags, you dig
Time to hop on the track pricks
No time for that, no time for you
Make belive is never true
Only me
The way they used it all up and didn't pay the man
And after two platinum albums, you call me weak
Cause I don't sell records in the East
Now what's
whole album I know you ain't listening
And maybe it's really just sickening,
KSey and I, he has always been down for me and my raps
This the third song,
talk of mental
Illness on the album at one
Point in the track "Sunday, " you and
Frank Ocean rap in unison
"What good is West Coast weather if you
into the street
Dreaming while you sleep
Dreaming while you sleep
Memories to keep
Dreaming while you sleep
I can never understand just what
who you? I ain't ever seen you around
You can't ride with us, already HOV
Like we Jay Z, on ninety-five to eighty-three
You can't be me, you tryin'
on the album drop I'm waiting for Mr. Sagan
Been a sage since age six (huh), so when someone says my name
In a foul manner you can tell they ain't shit (uh-huh)
blow
69, lick, blow, this sh** is so easy
Believe me, like moving 6 8 balls on the corner
Never slanged ‘caine, but I'm thinking that I ought to
So I can
of me
Is a little bit eternal
While you bitches suck
Like a motherfucking wormhole
Throwing lil dough
Inside of my fucking inferno
While you motherfuckers
a license right from a mistaken case left without a trace from a broken vase where I space it out.
You got me in my feels how you reel me out.
Glock on my
rap
But no Source never made me not buy an album
When they said it was wack
I walk in the party and just start bustin'
Right after I hear the last
rap
But no Source never made me not buy an album
When they said it was wack
I walk in the party and just start bustin'
Right after I hear the last
Discuss these by never sleep album you me at six Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In