Lyrics:
saved by the bell
Knew some n***as was hell on a scale
Lemon Street it was me and Latrell
Can't forget bout Quaran and Joel
Couldn't picture this shit
say
Their the hunters we the prey
Christopher Columbus
TG day
Took me from the mother land
Bond my feet and bond my hand
Still can't break their ball
was living it up
Me and granny watching ??? football golden blue
She said you can't beat the team and them be 's too
Some say I got my sense
like LeBron up the baseline
They left me in the dark like I can't shine
From the rain, now it's Rolls-Royce umbrellas
Velveeta, that boy got dumb
realist shit in your boom box
old school.. like Chuck Taylor's tube socks
you get it nigga? I kick that shit like I'm ong bak
I'm cutting no checks
cut
And no I can't be out here compromising for ya
I know what you want, I just ain't got it for ya, Ay
I know what you want, I just ain't got it for
he turned out to be a rat
Ayy, Corey, how you goin' for that
Ayy, shit, you kant go for shit
Cause that niggas ina pack
I can really get your ass
I can't tell what the time is
Got a pocket full of big faces
Throw it up, 'cause every nigga that I'm with Taylor'd
Yeah, uh-huh, you know what
nine inch your sister
Henny my cup, Platinum Cookies my Swisher
Don't keep it trilla than I can't fuck witcha'
Bullies in hoodies with fullies come
to jail yeah
All-all-all I can think about is《Vigilante Shit》ya(Vigilante shit)
Fuck it,《Lavender Haze》is also my favorite(Yeah yeah)
Taylor Swift's
to jail yeah
All-all-all I can think about is《Vigilante Shit》ya(Vigilante shit)
Fuck it,《Lavender Haze》is also my favorite(Yeah yeah)
Taylor Swift's
Loss on a loss, can't win for losing
Say it's progress but at best it's confusion
Try to say less process all the movements
To establish words for my
and I share with my friends bitch I'm him, uh Bitch I can't be living in my past I got demons from my last But it's cool cause I know life ain't fair
and over
Then you wake up
You still can't believe it you
Know why? Cause you was
Lied to by Google! You was lied
To by Mark Zuckerberg! Mark Zuckerberg
You
to get above
I wasn't free on the ride just to feel the buzz
But now I drink from the Christ I can't get enough, get enough
And now I'm on my knees with
a nigga spit up
Can't get this from the store
That's a one of one that mean they don't make it no more
I be like look what I got on, look at what I got
was living it up
Me and granny watching ??? football golden blue
She said you can't beat the team and them be 's too
Some say I got my sense
was living it up
Me and granny watching ??? football golden blue
She said you can't beat the team and them be 's too
Some say I got my sense
The stress way a ton
Nowhere to run
I can't get a grip
Can't play with a bitch
If I know she strung
No guitar
But I sing with pain
And I can't be sprung
I
I can't tell what the time is
Got a pocket full of big faces
Throw it up, 'cause every nigga that I'm with Taylor'd
Yeah, uh-huh, you know what
blank space
Baby you belong with me,
I could be your Taylor
You could be my Kelce
Oh I could be your Taylor
You could be my Kelce
I just can't shake if
Why am I why am I not viewed as a human
Why cant I just live in peace
Why must I get harassed by the police
Why must I be on the ground
Why
It's so
Most of us, got our change up, never change up
Most of us, Taylor Gang on, you a stranger
Most of us, they talk shit, but they can't fuck with most
me to keep it in the past
But I can't
I reminisce about it when I'm smoking on gas
cnd I can't
Forget about the niggas and bitches who flagged
Better
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