Lyrics:
call Earl, 10 months in this gut, what the fuck,
I wish moms would hurry up, so I can get buck wild,
Juvenile with the mics 'n' shit, New York, New
to be
Fly, don't you cry
Look up high
Your skies are alive
Try, you'll be fine
Years gone by
Are coming back to you
Before your very eyes
Fly, take your
on
Let the cries out
Wave a whole chicken by his
Legs near the crotch smells
Sweating bullets in the tip
Blow torching his flesh
I seen his face melt
Drip
the grain
Still candy in the paint, still riding them things
And most my folks would say I'm happy but I still feel pain
Until I, jump in my ride, that's my
the grain
Still candy in the paint, still riding them things
And most my folks would say I'm happy but I still feel pain
Until I, jump in my ride, that's my
I know I'm alive in a sense
These times are so wild sometimes I just feel like I died in my head
Mentally feel I been finding amends
But I'm fighting
I'm wild
Hello, hello
You're you and I am I
Your passion is a quandary, curiosity of mine
You're so alive when you tell me how you plan to kill the sky
Halloween is her favorite holiday
And I know why
She likes to hide by in the paint
She puts all over her face Every single day cuz she's ashamed
4th quarter when I come alive
Clutch god in the summer time
Hit the hills my wheels is primed
Engine engine number Triple 9
I think I can I think I
running miles
Looking wild
Can you hear me scream
Let me out let me out
I've been stuck inside
Tiny glowing screens
I'm about to drive you wild
Wild
Like
hope they miss me when im 6 feet and no longer alive
I been losin my mind i been wastin my time
From tha city where its gritty we surrounded by crime
I
Come along with me, darling
I find peace in the wild
We’ll go along flowing waters
And sit down by the fire
We’ll stop to swim in the river
Dip our
shotty, and found, click boom
I'm a country boy, motherfuckers around here
Stay packed by the noise
I got my shotty in my truck with a few dead birds
could roll it up by the zip
Now a nigga got pounds where I live
I wish that every day
I wish that every day
To pull up on a scene off in Harlem
Quick glance at my wrist to tell the time
Eight hours in hell, by now I'm ready to bail
Feeling persistent and going the distance, Baby
Redlining
a map, and then explore
Painting pictures in a room
Like Jackson Pollocks number five
An ancient drip
Still feels so alive
Painting pictures in a room
will paint all my experiences
Our family together
Let's change for the better
It seemed to go all by itself
t was like the house had chosen us
Ya'll feelin' my pain?.. I've been runnin' wild time and again
Ya'll swerve in my lane.. I'll pull up and start poppin' ya brain
Fuck knowin' these broads
Ya'll feelin' my pain?.. I've been runnin' wild time and again
Ya'll swerve in my lane.. I'll pull up and start poppin' ya brain
Fuck knowin' these broads
darts across the room
The dimmest paint, the palest hues
Words alive, they juxtaposed
Your thoughts so fast, the world so slow
You filled the room with
There's a kid out on my corner, hear him strumming like a fool
Shivering in his dungerees, but still he's going to school
His cheeks are made
baby (high)
Freak in the sheets, know what I like, baby (know what I like)
Every day, we lit, know this wild life crazy (wild life, yeah)
Every day,
rescue me
But there's just no helpin' me
By any means, I'm'ma stay alive
Seekin' relief from the other side
They say the drugs don't make it right
But they
Unfolding in this moment
I feel so vulnerable and so empowered
It's everything, it's nothing, it's perfect
Oh, I am moved by you
Oh, I am moved by you
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