Lyrics:
Please Mr. Gas-man
Is it just that you don’t know
What you’re doing—or that you don’t care?
now, not now
Things ain't stackin' up now
Just how could I forfeit my experience
Yo, what he say
Turn my back on my clearances
Method, you hearin' this
evening, Mr
Tiny Tim i'd like to ask him
To say a few words
Oh, hello to you nice Beatles ah
It's so wonderful
What a thrill it is talking here ah
In Mr
Guess what? Got gaffled by one time
I'm back to the motherfucking county jail
Six months on my chest, now it's time to bail, uh
I get's released
Guess what? Got gaffled by one time
I'm back to the motherfucking county jail
Six months on my chest, now it's time to bail, uh
I get's released
keeping it real with me
'Cause I ain't got no fear, under the atmosphere
Trying to stay high, as long as we down here
Listen closely, see what we bout here
have ears
Hear
Because I see a future beyond the darkness
I never used to because it was never like this
It was dull but it's brighter now
I see blue
I never knew so many bad times
Could follow me so mercilessly
It's almost surreal
All the pain that I feel
The future ain't what it used to be
words are spoken
The chosen will someday be broken
and see how their Gods have all fallen
You don't understand why it's so damn easy
Can't understand why
how can it be, the mirror on my wall ain't broken, yet not reflecting me
I try to smile and wave but suddenly see this unknown entity
It's pointing
I just ain't with stupid shit)
Hell is what is you chaning' dawg
What is you doin'
Let me ask you something
If the kids are the future
Tell
wanting you to listen to the
Dead silence in my defiance
I used to sin and be intrigued by violence
Now as I glimpse into the past
I thank God for your
get back to your room
Call ya? It's probly gonna be late, ma!
That's no problem, we'll all wait up, bye bye! (click)
Man, my family aint easy to deal
producer?
Chica-go-getter from Odd Future, used to ride solo
Cause I ain't really care what the rest say
Type of nigga to jerk off to his own sex tape
Rapping
I'm just tryna be the best in it
I'm on my "Hussle"
I ain't tryna be another resident
Well since we talking Hip Hop
Lemme show you what the essence
a show
I feel degraded, purity obliterated
This is all I know and I really hate it
Mr. Minor are you listening? I know that you're a Christian
And got
ain't the man you used to be
Domination of my jurisdiction, people's addiction to lies
It blurs the lines between the fact and fiction
Now we back
TIME TO EXPERIENCE IT ALL OVER AGAIN
No time to stand still on the floor
I'm done with a future that makes sense
Cause if life ever makes sense to you,
experience, you know fairness
You don't experience planning for the future
You just experience my ribs touching
You know what I mean
And it's better me than
costly fee have to you involved
Raise ya glass toast one
Up to the heavens above
By any chance you ever experience
Many feelings of love
You dug it up
I'm
In The End , Yes Ill Be Mr. Worth It
I Can Be The One You Need In Yo Life
Never Trip When You Get Clingy
A Different Type Of Peace
Is What You
Neon lights
Neon lights, city nights, in the glow we collide
Electric dreams, it seems, we're racing with the tide
Future's call, echoes through
East Coast, West Coast organizin'
Steady risin', money sizin'
What we specialize in
The fame in the rap game we all want it
In fact by now I hope
strapped (Coat strapped)
Stab wounds on my lower back
Experience yea I got that (Got that)
It shouldn't be hard to be black (Shouldn't be)
Wealth coated in
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