Lyrics:
the calendar design
Wilderness tours, guided for and by the blind
Cool ruler standing still sweating through the shades
He knew those lights only grew bright
doubt you
I doubt you even know why I left you behind
I know that I've been living
In the city of stars
Where there's these flying cars
A brand new
can't take it)
Fuck you starin' at, didn't know I'd be so quick ta flash,
Terrified by da way a bassilisk come out him skin so fast
Not the first
open that front door
Interscope printed out right by the entrance, door closes
Not a metaphor, then I start towards
That front, that's right, where
bitch made this shit hot
3rd album I'm bout to drop
Better go cop may just get stopped by a cop
This shit like corn bout to pop
I'm so electrifying I may
assumption
Listen to my album and you’ll feel how I function
Cuz my rap career is vital and it’s under construction
But it’s just me by myself, all alone in
up, and realize,
this muthafuckin album (why my homies got to die) is dedicated to all the
niggaz that got a second chance on life, and that's
shower
I don't care about you fake niggas
I don't fuck with none of y'all
Bitch I'll take your boxes
All I need is one phone call
Shout to my nigga name
and u gettin on my nerves
N*gga everything's a go
Yeah my n*ggas gettin high but we get it on the low
That's why yo shit movin slow
When yo team makin
still one to grant your favors
I refuse to catch yo vapors
Gotta make no mistakes
Imma stay focused man
Even though im the main
All of y'all sound
Tell me why
I can't die
Smoking pack
No robutussin
God damn why
Am I high
Don't play with me
You're up to something
Ok it's Mary Jane and john dough
a hand out
If you low, nigga, stand up
If you tryna smoke I could always dish a gram out
Got yo nigga sayin' "Oh he could flow now?"
Hit the scene by
We launch shock waves
From a dark cave
Cobra Kai Karate
Bending the sky now mix it with the breakbeat latte
It's gonna make you sick y'all なにもわかんねー
rolling in gars and papers
Still tryna dodge the vapors
I been losing my mind, can't even sleep and I'm anxious
Who said something 'bout David?
Who said
crazy
I stay in my pocket
You wine like a baby
Miss me with the gossip
Know they be shady
That's why I stay watching
Always move safely
I stick by my
shoulder... ? Aw, you're fulla shit, man... ah, listen, by the way, before I go on; did you get those white albums I sent ya with the pencil on the front... ?
nuts, then I (yeah)
Check my ball hair (what?), make sure it's all there (yeah)
Then call the pallbearer (yeah)
It's Music to Be Murdered By again, why
done told you niggas
Nine albums, stop fucking with me
I done told you niggas
The 9 on me, stop fucking with me
You niggas must got nine lives
9th
done told you niggas
Nine albums, stop fucking with me
I done told you niggas
The 9 on me, stop fucking with me
You niggas must got nine lives
9th
y'all to hear me
Not the only one, we all get weary
Cept for the purest soul I've ever known once owned by Benny Tassinari
Benny Taz possess the kinda
Brodie, keep counting, we gon never stop
Banger after banger, y’all ain’t ready for the album drop
Hard times hadda Nigga praying, Lord pave the way
album
I'm not here you know why
Tell ya so mi say
Too many suffering too many tears
To see a youth die and mi know him for years
When me look around
wishing on my downfall
This for y'all man from the bottom of my heart
I sincerely mean this s
Man go f y'all selves
Y'all ain't hear what I said?
I didn't
'em
We always solve 'em, like
Man, it's kinda crazy thinking about it though
Like so much has happened yo, and I mean shit, by the time y'all are
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