Lyrics:
on the weekends
caged up for weeks
find God in my thoughts
elevator with keys
give up for me
give up for me
lay down
lay low
and float
big bean bags
the greatest minds
We ever had in time were crazy too
I turn on my lamp
Enlighten you even if you're frightened to
I'll sensei that ass you can
Get to riping
[Twista:]
Girl u remind me of my jeep and my s5
First I was on top of you now u sayin lets ride
Freakin yo body so good I give you wet thighs
When we get
true to you, darlin', in my fashion
Yes, I'm always true to you, darlin', in my way
I enjoy a tender pass
By the boss of Boston, Mass
Though his
true to you, darlin', in my fashion
Yes, I'm always true to you, darlin', in my way
I enjoy a tender pass
By the boss of Boston, Mass
Though his
buss downs sparklin' like foil
And the coke got me sweatin', keep a towel on my shoulder
Like I used to coach the Georgetown Hoyas
I would walk down
a hundred handin' me my c-notes
The modern-day Gambino
I'm careful every step I take
You the nigga walk up in a shootout with some pepper spray
That'd be
a hundred handin' me my c-notes
The modern-day Gambino
I'm careful every step I take
You the nigga walk up in a shootout with some pepper spray
That'd be
we are having, but it gives me such a pain,
I've brought my umbrella so of course it doesn't rain!
Well, hey'ho!
That's life!
What's new?
How's
over me
You fill my lamp with oil
Forcing darkness to flee
When my world is shaken
You're the rock I put my faith in
You will always be my God
I lay
A calm voice said pull up to that bay door
Pulled in and got asked in different ways if I could pay more
For things that they could give me
I told them nah
the weed
Patrick had the studio dorm room next to me
I freestyled over his beats
My nigga Keys transferred in from Tennessee
He's a receiver, I played DB
true to you, darlin', in my fashion
Yes, I'm always true to you, darlin', in my way
I enjoy a tender pass
By the boss of Boston, Mass
Though his
true to you, darlin', in my fashion
Yes, I'm always true to you, darlin', in my way
I enjoy a tender pass
By the boss of Boston, Mass
Though his
true to you, darlin', in my fashion
Yes, I'm always true to you, darlin', in my way
I enjoy a tender pass
By the boss of Boston, Mass
Though his
of a trumpet, said to me
Come up to my side
And all at once I was in a trance
And saw where a throne stood in heaven
And one sat there enthroned
He who sat
The rap game is super superficial
Not talking fish oil
On some rappers taking pills by the fist full
I keep it simple and my shit still sizzle
Fake my death
Like Machiavelli
Stress got me
Feeling heavy
Anhedonia
Got the room spinning!
Finding pleasure
In pain
Who am I
Stalin or Lenin?
Now when I
me
I thought her lucky, dashed the oil lamps
And threw the candelabra
Lit the whole mansion on fire
Yet in the flames I did not expire
My paramour
In the dim flickering light
Of the oil lamp on my bedside table
I am
Drunken on wine
Thoughts about him
Which intoxicates me more
I can not tell
But
remains on my dick
then she grab me by the nuts and tried to take my sausage as a hostage
Ain't it obvious? Pretty much a no brainer, or should I say
lamp,
Made to flicker by the entering winds
He a man in the spring of life who foresaw fully that the peaceful hour
Of freeing himself from the clutches
spirit is willing but my flesh is weak
But your spirit is alive in me
Lord give me vision to see you in the wasteland
To trust your intentions when I don't
All things to all men just to reach souls
The enemy wanna see me in defeat mode
I been covered in the blood that's the cheat code
We need oil for
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