Lyrics:
ever afters
Scrolling through our pictures of all the memories we've captured
Y'all my congregation
My supporters and disciples
I was dead inside
strategy not emotion
From the agony my devotion
Not once was a sponsor given
My confidence has no competition
Watching slave dogs in the industry dancing
pieces
Free me, my liege
I'm a dog on a leash
Trapped in a cage
And I bark for release
Master, oh master, grant me reprieve
Judged and confined by societal
from our lord
In, in, in
Yeah you must enter in
Soon it will dissolve you from within
The realm of human sin
Is in your own kin
Am i a dead born?
don't work on me, I'm not one of the good guys
Them voices screeching when I knock off their heads
A lot of you niggas you wanna be dead
Some of you
How we go from brothers now you acting like we rivals
Dead on arrival if a nigga trying to diss
I was locked in that dog pound chilling with my pits
We
The Saint
End up crucified
R
I
P
He dead
I'm trying tell ya
Come with me
Come on
Come on
Come on
Let's ride
Let's take a trip down memory lane
Don't wreck
I am a tiny fly, buzzing around in a field
Somewhere in the overgrowth of your memory
And at night you wander though, as the image of a
Former
on the slow-mo
They got you suckaz in a cell screaming oh no
And so I write with my pen
Hope you repent for your sin
Can't take your pills and bottle of gin
In
earth quakes
My lips crack, my skin dries up and flakes
Sleepless, 6 days of weakness
I pin eyelids open, with rusty paperclips
[Blaze Ya Dead Homie]
the city of Lagos off and it's really screwing up anyway
I spit life boy even when Abobbi is dead honest
If you ain't listen you will get punished
Cause
Childhood memories triggered by smell
"So now what?" you may ask
Well that's hard to say
Because that old jack of diamonds is a tough card to play
All
Now I dream about big house by the side of Laurel Creek
We’re sittin’ there in rockin’ chairs with children at our feet
We’ve got a dog called Music
my dog out to piss in the middle of the night
In my backyard illuminated by the moonlight
Was a women in the haze and from the back she's looking
bound by wonderlust still don't know where we come from where we come from my my oh my...oh oh... my oh my....
HAYWIRE a street riot outside, they wont
My first memory of a smartphone
Was not the hottest ringtone
Or the games I was always kinda schooled on
(Uh, huh) ten years old
There was a naked
Dead or prison by 25 was the outcome, uh
I’m 26 now how come
I’m searching for a sign but I found none
Ay I found none
I stopped searching for a sign
of Black Label Jack
They might find me dead by the mornin' but they won't find me lookin' back
Cause there ain't nothin' like whiskey when time's movin'
is underway (like color
doesn't dry, in settles it), the whole scenery rising into memory
like bath water
slips up the body.
What matters now is how
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