Lyrics:
morenito y blanca
Enemies, truck em in like itu0027s Tonka (yeah)
The devil by his side like Ivanka
Yet they surmise my design as a monster / (go figure)
moments there and
That's all caught on the album. yeah, the production that chris
Tsangarides has done is right in your face. that's the best description
the history of music
By night, just to pay for that shit, you'd dance
To get your pants was a mission impossible
We were both the same age but I
Suppose
I feel the Aryan in my blood, it's scarier than a Blood
Been looking for holy water, now I'm praying for a flood
It feel like time passing me by
insane
This my medication (this my medication)
Now we going insane
Better stay in your lane
Go crazy in the membrane
Me and Savage Saint
Don't give
valid, so you ain't different
Can't take a second without getting your dopamine
I'm getting excited, closing by on my dream
Chasing something you never
to the N-N-Y
Your bitch on my dick cause she open like my fly
Put hands on me
Nigga, you must wanna die
Cause I'll fight you prick
Yeah, I'll light you quick
I'm
So stigetty step up and get your nostrils damaged.
Shootin', lickin', bustin', sprayin', all of that,
And then some, dead, dead, dead, one by one.
Accepting
Precious
Eight knights and a saint
Soul witnessed here
Among us
No fear
Only love
Faith in Heaven
Mary by your side
Roseblood in the clouds
Rain
tell me what you really think
Y’all ain’t gon really feel me, I mean you’ll hear what I’m saying, you won’t really feel me
Imagination in the world they
you 'cause you love my brother like you did
Just promise me you'll tell this story when you make it big
And if I die before your album drop I hope
I
Offer this album to y'all
And that may mean that I go
Out just like Peter and Paul
For preaching Jesus to the point
Where I'm socially martyred
But
give a fuck about a gold album?
Nigga I really went gold in the streets!
If you wanna keep it hood
Let's keep it hood
But I just showed y
the only way
Y'all keep playin’ with these
Flows on your glory, wastin' rhymes
Another troll tellin' another nigga's story
Why you lyin’?
Be yourself, it's
You can reach into your pocket
While I reach into my mind
Clarity is so divine
We just single the design
The physical we inherit
By visions on TV
wit'cha album covers
Cross em out and put a'K
Then no Saint days, nigga, then run the fuckin holidays
'Ey! I Cross 'Em Out and Put a 'K!
Inglewoooood!
Bipolar?" At another point, in "Burgundy, "
There's a voice-over that asks
"Why you so depressed and sad all
The time like a little bitch?"
How did your own
all that good stuff it'll be allright won't it?
Hey, by the time you've got this lot in your hands, by the way, we shall have been in the studio working
diamonds
Y'all lil' niggas poppin', that's chump change
Got an FN and a Draco
But I still fucked around and hit 'em with the lil' pump, mane
I Saint
From yo' car to a crap game, no one rolls wit' you
One of Mini-Me's shoes got more sole than you
So by the time you figure out why your record ain't
you couldn’t make a mile
Smoke a bowl and stretch your soul
I’m on a roll, stuck in album mode
Who else kills it the same way that we do?
You’re
Hey what is up guys, it's your boy Johny here, and welcome to
My new album, Positive Optimus
So, it is currently 11:53 PM right now, December 31st,
What ho sed de ting!
I'm back, nyaaah! You thought you got away with it, didn't you? But you didn't. No, not on your fourth little
box set of Run
Since I was a little kid,
I tried to get out of my head
Trapped on a playground ,
I'd stare up at the sky
I didn't even know why
But daily life took
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