Lyrics:
for her company
Supper cooking, now that's gone away
But each spring old joy's seen in yellow clumps
And the daffodils they mark
Where somebody placed
Beck: "I can't believe what
We've seen outside you
And me watching the jets go by"
I'm being watched for the wrong reasons
All scheming they say
and tell my story to the ones who really know me
Converse with the angels and elders that went before me
And satisfy the hunger for those who want to know
a blank
Memories of lifetimes for these times I'm giving thanks
Moments to memories components of history
Some of the greatest joys experienced in
His father died, never knew him to shield him from the rain
Starting shooting heroin at fourteen to numb the pain
Track marks similar to tattoos
in the glide for a bumpy ride
Yeah we got the upper hand cause we're three of a kind
Slip n slide we might cruise for the night
Grab by the wheel
their soul
I’m leaving tyre marks I gotta go get it hop out like I’m ready to go
I know you heard the talk my OG just told me fuck everything go for
No let religion to
Fool you my nig
Nogo der form say you holy my nig
You ain't heard the other side
Of the story
You living by
What they taught
hell, all a dream, I wear the crown, I'm king
Respect this mandatory, end of the story
Go fly a kite, category ain't got none
You know I'm right
go ahead and tell PETA
The hell breather take a look
Inside my head cheeker i have dreams of you
Breastfeeding a dead fetus
Raped by a heathenous
Hey
Uh huh
And it goes like
This one's for you
You are beautiful
So incredible
And it's something you should know
You wear your story like a wedding
on Englewood y'all better mark that hit
Martin Luther king March that lick
Get a spliff and spark that lift
I don't really wanna work this shift
I feel so
the story ends
Light a fire by the ocean side
And sing like all the others did
Oh, wah, oh, wah
E-a-oh, o-wah, e-oh
O-Wah-e-oh
The ghost of your lover
Is
Yeah
My mind state feel like the crime in the summertime
Higher than average
Lot of cabbage
Thank God I never abide by the established
ain’t never asked
And I lie for it
Only difference is I be spazzin and
Still a pow for it put me in a category
I don't know what’s a sadder story
Guts
From the life that we live in, the people that you see
You don't know, no, you don't know
All the lights, money, women, corrupted by his dreams
Take
Nothing works
Nothing works for everyone
Good stories are bad lives
Good stories are bad lives
Take your hands off your neck and hold
On to the ghost of my
story about his glory, it bore me.
And his territory, it don't do nothin for me.
So fuck him and the horse that he's ridin
I'm barely survivin, losin my
yourself
Maybe
Shared by some
And if it truly is
Don't let it out run
Outdone
Whenever you're on a cusp
The Cross on your road
Your own story unfolds
That
raided the dope spot, eight year old kid got shot
'Cause they mistook his BB gun for a Glock
And I ain't forgot about the homie Lano
He got killed by
raided the dope spot, eight year old kid got shot
'Cause they mistook his BB gun for a Glock
And I ain't forgot about the homie Lano
He got killed by
to bitches complain on my story
Pray all night to get a feature by Vory
Talking to Satan to just get to Carti
Pray to the Opium, just to get Carti
Rapping this
mind
Serve in the eyes
Impotent lies
My anchors
Weigh at the mass
Of my cries
Lucify I lie
My eyes are blind
Lucify I'll mark the line
Electronic super
the military aiming for the head man
Holes all on him leaking blood that's what we call a red man
Try to run up on me you get sprayed up by the doorman
Grab yo
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