Lyrics:
can't appreciate the countless sunrises over the countless mountains. And they don't waste their time to decide which is more important to the picture:
niggas pussy
When they not around
Last rappers that came through they not around
Over that Rucker beef Jim jones and shabba down
Sav shot in the neck by
all that)
Can't be nice right? Can't be arrogant
I stab a bitch over ice, "Nancy Kerrigan"
Slash Tonya Harding, see the mobster's mobbing
You don't
all that)
Can't be nice right? Can't be arrogant
I stab a bitch over ice, "Nancy Kerrigan"
Slash Tonya Harding, see the mobster's mobbing
You don't
some hard times but ya girl was on her ten toes
It's been a hard code to live by, decisions I made young bully had to cut ties
I ain't meant to do it,
in tuned precision time
Without the help of panel, gate or wire.
Then when the day is over and you've turned your horses loose,
You find a place
rehearsed it for a month, I'm not worried about the set
I get tackled by the grief at times that I would least expect
I know what I should be doing when I'm
According to a recent tweet by Iggy Azalea
"Diss songs shouldn't be filled with
Celebrity name drops to pad out lazy bars"
I beg to differ
Rihanna
How rich y'all niggaz wanna be?
You wanna be a millionaire, you wanna be a billionaire?
Nigga, you wanna be what I wanna be
I wanna be a fuckin'
they time it right, brainwash you overnight for sure.
Crimes against humanity, saying what is thought to be impure.
Conform and you'll be spared,
there
like B-jork, great hero Jim Thorpe
How can I put it? Life is like video footage
Hard to edit, directors, that never understood it
I'm too impulsive,
like B-jork, great hero Jim Thorpe
How can I put it? Life is like video footage
Hard to edit, directors, that never understood it
I'm too impulsive,
we're here for, so take those off"
By now she's butt-naked, I'm ready to break it
Threw on the jim hat, I'm ready for trim, and all that
So I did it
look away
Unaffected, like when you in a dream
These fears instilled in me
Cos at home, it was hard to feel at ease
Yea I grew up, raised by a screw up
gas fires
Turns out I'd do anything
To be the well liked college try-hard
That was back when my playlists sounded like frat party basements
Dreams
out life, would always just make me richer
Cause without life the hardships in time would just be So simple
That's just like crackin a smile people
lets talk about ones
I would watch all the time
You probably seen em to
Lets me see if im right
You probaly watched major pain And dont be a menace
all and watch em die, one by one like domino's fall in line
My daily life is what you might call a crime
But I aint hard to find and that's all the time
a lie,
But this time things will be different all I ask is
you give it a try, - once more.
I've been taking a look at my life,
and more than anything, I
Aye
Da da da da da
Six o'clock in the mourning
Six o'clock in the mourning
Six am six am, uh yeah
Look top of the mourning
I'll be on top by
world but never been to Florida
They holdin' my shit, all winter
By the time the shit drop, I done already been there
The game's fucked, a thousand
I don't know say it out loud
Too cynical and proud
Muted by this doubt
Fear, beautifully clear
Letting go is hard when
You're not holding on
I'm
of time
I guess you know that mine's about up
I'm gonna see you tonight
Just another breath or two and I'll be home
By the way
What have you got
of time I guess you know that mine's bout up I'm gonna see you tonight
Just another breath or two and I'll be home by the way
What have you got planned
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