Lyrics:
have a strategy or you could be a statistic
Little boy dies, he's just one of the mystic
And mama steady cryin', 'cause she really the victim (Jesus)
have a strategy or you could be a statistic
Little boy dies, he's just one of the mystic
And mama steady cryin', 'cause she really the victim (Jesus)
Hand in hand
Gland in gland
With a spoonful of miracle
He's the guaranteed eternal sanctuary
We will rock you, rock you little snake
We will keep
Hand in hand
Gland in gland
With a spoonful of miracle
He's the guaranteed eternal sanctuary
We will rock you, rock you little snake
We will keep
Hand in hand
Gland in gland
With a spoonful of miracle
He's the guaranteed eternal sanctuary
We will rock you, rock you little snake
We will keep
the shroom taste
Got a team full of all stars and we known to move weight
Finna have the fight on blu ray
Say you beating us today?
Touché
He don't want
Just keep listening
And pretty soon you'll start
To figure out your part
Everyone plays a piece
And there are melodies
In each one of us
Glorious
I rock
I had shown a great acumen for playing music by ear. My father bought me a small keyboard that was maybe like one or two, maybe three octaves. And I
at the store
I got a box of socks and a million mega blocks
And a polisher of rocks and a couple cuckoo clocks
And a brand new mailbox or a cd by the knox
made it at the bar
Bad bitch at the bar
I don't wanna be a part
I just wanna make it far
Yung Drippy you're a star
Twinkle, little star
Itch so bad, I
a ghost
Maybe i'm wrong, maybe you're right
Screams of sweet little girls just used as background noise
He loved the way they played with their dolls
Kept
by, big bro ridin' then he see the guys (Lord)
Left his little brother on the side, bleeding from the side
He seein' red, it's like he's bleeding
dreams packed up and loaded and I'm headed out of town!
Baby the city's calling!
Ready for a guy like me!
See the pretty starlight twinkle like
by, big bro ridin' then he see the guys (Lord)
Left his little brother on the side, bleeding from the side
He seein' red, it's like he's bleeding
mother gave birth but she really never had me
Left to the hood to play daddy
Raised by niggas named Butch, Scoot or Bae-Bae
With weight so they weigh
every sweet lie
All intoxicated by your perfect love
Yeah, yeah, she’s so special, real exceptional
We’re just walla, decorations to make her the star
was much simpler
Picking out the right fit to rock the first day
In the worst way, I had to be the man by whatever means
Clever schemes to smash
niggas
him he wants to be free
He's got no one trying to help him or to save me
Raised by family but not his mom
Bobby at a young age was banished to Guam
We never been woke
Any cock crowing we shot with catapult
It was quiet foggy (Foggy)
Last night a mad drunk had come by me
And the few association
on the griddle
Thyme leaves for a little sprinkle, time had a wrinkle
The stars lost they twinkle
Slept in the poorhouse, feeling like a minstrel
The sheep earned
the good days 'til I was raised the older ways
Rat-Tone my niggas' brother showed me my first K
I was amazed, me and Floyd was in the back, he called us
going round and round in one spot
Like some records spun by DJ Scotty La Rock
Boogie down until the Lord puts a stop to your watch//
Motherfuckers, they
back laughed at me
Said that's why your my favorite
I leave impression through confession
You stuck in the two dimension
Out here living in detention
[Repeat 3x]
It's only a dream
[Verse 1]
I know that gobbled as a child, and got her own
Still he got to bless me too, I been struggling too long
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