Lyrics:
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Rip to all my ex's cause you dead to me
Girl you could have had it all but you dead to me
Got no time cause time flies by
I had 12 out lurking had
it ain’t shit
It shouldn’t be shit for us to come out here and appreciate the little bit of life we got left, dog
On the dead homies, Charlie P, you
told me keep your head up, and follow your dream
Empty bottles of lean, and white cups in the hand
Lookin' half dead, sad, but I don't try
it
Then one of 'em lost it, and then I was shot quick
Officers took me to heaven, I'm dead and with multiple rockets
Didn't matter I was good
a
New part of town
Still surrounded with memories like the
Sheets and the couch
I swear the puppy can feel it
He ain’t been eatin’ or sleepin’
We both
never thought I'd paint anything again
I decided I wasn't ever gonna paint again
It didn't bother me too much, Warhol's dead
David Hockney's still alive,
Intoxicated by my own reputation
I don't need you that's my only desperation
My heart's dead I don't need a destination
Cause it's all in my head
I
and my dogs smoking blunts up on the boardwalk
Bay 54th with my broad by the ballpark
Use the Dugout like a room at the Waldorf
Hit me up I got it for
without you
With a hole in our hearts
With a hole in our hearts
You mad dog shaven head, bottle boy freaks
In martens and khaki drunk on sake
You
a gun
Keep snorting lines with a tendency
Try and erase all the memories
Making them dead to me
All of them thoughts of you being the one
The way that I
Uhhh
This ain't no wood
This paper & fronto
Smoking OG, ain't no fucking gelato
Belaire bottles, ain't sipping moscato
Bro with the Drac like he play
Griffin
Ima take ya dog head
This is the shit that you Jugg to
Pussy gotta cat
I got hell to put fire too
Mice wanna rat
I know big game trap
That'll blow
Ain't never had a friend like me
Remember memories so vividly
Was once a little dust-kicker now becomes a G
Who can I call when they all fail?
Collect
Candy screen wrappers of silkscreen fantastic, requiring memories, both
Lovely and
Guiltfree, lurid and lovely with twilight of ages, luscious
Left Voice (Morrison, Tucker)
Candy screen wrappers of silkscreen fantastic, requiring memories, both lovely and guiltfree, lurid and lovely with
yeah nigga, talk is all a memory
The choppa hit, chalk shit, walk quick
Yeah niggas beefin' is all a memory
I let 'em hate, talk shit, talk shit
left behind some amazin' memories that will last forever
There's not a day that goes by that I don't think about you
We talk about you still and you
park kid, I was playing in the yard
Kia my dog had the bite and the bark
R.I.P.
Broken bottles in the dark
Roll my weed cuz it cause less harm
Pulled
Baby I know you want me
Baby you dream about me
I know you think about me (Yeah)
Lay in my B-E-D dead
Baby might be in bed
Baby might be in my bed
Let me be your role model
Come here girl I got something
More than a cold bottle
Something like a soul watcher
You and I go together like la di da
Green tops, boulders and bottles
Soldiers who follow leaders
You owed 'em dollars
Know that tommorrow you might not see it
Packs got knocked off by
walkin' by
Just got a bottle of wine..
I was just walkin' by
and all I seen was him jump when that lady yelled
(And that was it.) I don't know?
Ginger ale ice cubes and a bottle of rye
Ain't got no rocket science needs no plastic surgeon
When she lays on her back she pokes a hole in the sky
She's
Ayy
Shittyboyz, Dog Shit Militia
Long live $cams, you know (Daisy Lane Records shit, nigga)
Yeah (it it ain't no)
Pussy-ass niggas, ain't got no
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