Lyrics:
Living on the edge of time
These love games
(Love games)
These love games
(These fucking games)
Enclosing down
Everything Aligns
With all the lies
and Mahatma Gandhi
Went to the park to check on the game
But they was murdered by the other team
Who went on to win fifty-nil
You can be true, you can be
got? Yeh-o, magnificence!!
Luther King and Mahatma Gandhi
Went to the park to check on the game
But they was murdered by the other team
Who went
got? Yeh-o, magnificence!!
Luther King and Mahatma Gandhi
Went to the park to check on the game
But they was murdered by the other team
Who went
Gandhi
Went to the park to check on the game
But they was murdered by the other team
Who went on to win fifty-nil
You can be true, you can be false
got? Yeh-o, magnificence!!
Luther King and Mahatma Gandhi
Went to the park to check on the game
But they was murdered by the other team
Who went
Vikings
Three of my classmates would have had to be injured
Before I could enter the game
If our number one quarterback heaven forbid, were laid flat by
you go inside just to realize
Either you're weak or someone lied
See, you spend more time boasting about
What you do than you do
So by the time your
I meant to say text
Disruptive behavior, subject to change by my chain, get upset
I'm becomin' a gangster, they have PMS
If you won't be a woman,
Chain gleaming, switching lanes, two-seater
Hate him or love him for the same reason
Can't leave it, the game needs him
Plus the people need
Was married to the game I was her husband
Right by her side until I wasn't
Checked out the game, it wasn't giving me loving
Like my back up dope,
or Bob
Cause they think that bumming is a full time job
I been grinding on my path in the summer spring and fall
I went from 0 to 100 and your car just
through whatever
No matter how stormy the weather
That's why I wish you the best
Cause it's time to move along
I'll be gone by the end of this song
That's
slice"
Stupid motherfucker sits home and plays video games
Barely eats, with the boys, that is something he hates
It's 8 pm, gotta do my school work
newsman that murder victims show evidence of having been
Well there's no problem, if you had a gun, shoot him in the head
That's a sure way to kill him
5pm
when I'm at the table it's the Futterman's rule (wohoo)
Workin' on my game 'cause it's time to tax
I'm on a crazy mission to wax Bob Mack, shit
Up
The minute I wake up I gotta get high
The homies we found us a way to get by
Let's call us some bitches and have a good time
A lot of bottles
motherfuckin' prophet
Beg your pardon?
D-d-did I stutter?
Pen to the canvas like I'm bob Ross (Bob Ross)
Call me big boss (Big boss)
On the come up like Steve
that album
The Score by The Fugees
Or Bob Marley's greatest hits
The Legend album
Or the Blueprint
Or Abbey Road
Or something that
When you hear it
pounds out the trash bag
Ten at a time, you was playin' the game
Fuck on that hoe, she was sayin' my name
Takin' lil' selfies, keep wearin' my chain
Six pm, Friday night
Listening to my requiems
I've been a watcher almost all my life
It's kind of boring once your time's gone by
A player
Listen to this shit
(Friday 5:58 pm)
Hey it's me again
I just wanted to call and say I had a great time with you the other night
I think we got along
ride out like the Lone Ranger, and Tonto
Ha-Ha
what's up Big Bob?
Big Swole
Jimmy, huh
Dj Daryl
Beats By The Pound nigga
'Maine
Big Mo
All my
Baby boy don't slip just slide
Got me limping after I ride
Wanna touch this ass and these thighs
Zick game took a bitch a surprise
And Then he ask
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