Lyrics:
come back with a classic groove like smooth criminal
Sleep with one eye open surrounded by narcissists that want my life broken
Well they can die hoping
in your eyes"
High on her own supply
She says, "The air we're breathin'
Is from an exhaust pipe
Just a prototype"
Midway through life
me)
Lotta tension in the air, people got traits, that eyes can't see (eyes can't see)
Imma kick back and light up a tree its putting my mind at eaze
A small boy by the hand
The three of them were dressed in rags
And thinner than air
And all six eyes stared fixedly on you
[Chorus]
The father's eyes
part
Walking mistake
But just know I got a good heart
My only motive is supply & demand
I'm tell my ppl you gotta get it how you can
I live by it
Not
push through the fear and rush, opening wide
I see the light, beautiful sight
Tasting the air, a child so rare
Fragile grace, dark eyes found my face
fathers didn't visit much and I don't know the story, I seen how women could hold back a child, kill his soul, make a father runaway, tell a child he don't
The playing fields of Eton
Have made us frightfully brave-
And though if the Van Dycks have to go
And we pawn the Bechstein Grand,
We'll stand
By
tryna see light at the end of the tunnel See more life in this concrete Jungle
Before you cut my supply
I'm tryna leave something
For my family
Something
with grace carried him to a safe place
"What have u done?!"
Vayu got so angry stopped the supply of all wind and air
Animals humans ALL getting choked
guts off the floor
Enjoy your five long nights
Keep an eye on the time and
A light by your side
I know you're frightened by the
Thought of what's inside
and demand; I'm The man to supply! Y'all like who came with this guy
Hell if I told you about how I'm surrounded
By potential it's essential drop everybody that
get high off your own supply
Some will set foots before a fall comes by
This is my message to the world
Just trying to reach every boy and girl
Not
Why I pat you on yo' head and smile
Look in yo' eyes and thank the lord
For my child meanwhile
There's somethin' I gotta show you
And I
sparkling gems
Slipping into your eye soon it will be over
Which is precisely what the child in my dream said
Holding my hand, pointing at the roiling
to die right now
The .45 will calm you down, you under trauma now
It's drama how a child will shut shit down
Kill a nigga for the fuck of it I get you
let's double the dare
Dick so deep down ya bitch mouth I'll cum in her hair
Guns and ones in the air, niggas with stripes
Shootin kites, posted
here's 12 shots, we know how you do
Please make yo killings clean, slugs up in between
They eyes, like True Lies, Kill em and flee the scene
Just bring
The playing fields of Eton
Have made us frightfully brave-
And though if the Van Dycks have to go
And we pawn the Bechstein Grand,
We'll stand
By
and put the rest aside
Now I use my tests to make em testify
Bugged by the hate but my love be the pesticide
Dry your eyes, see the sky, every cloud has
to die right now
The .45 will calm you down, you under trauma now
It's drama how a child will shut shit down
Kill a nigga for the fuck of it I get you
livin a lie.
When I told her she started to cry.
Don't just sit and let life pass you by,
And I slowly wiped the tears from her eyes.
[Chorus:]
I
a noose
Cut off air supply
When my face into
Lil mama pie
Bulimic the way i throw her up
Sadistic the pussy poisonous
She land
The ocean under earth
She
stepper ever since a child
I know natives who don't live in the city
But gotta go walk 'em some miles to get their supplies
Just hearing that make me wanna
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