Lyrics:
at the wine
Or by watching at prayers
Or the sun and the moon
By a heat or a cold
By sleepless nights
Or sleeping days
By water frozen
To the hardness
are planned
Scams are plotted over grams and rocks
Outlaws motherfuckers die by the random shots
We all die in the end, so revenge we swore
I was
theme
Alarmed by the sound
The bull paws the ground
As the Toreador enters the ring
Up and down, round and round
On and on, all alone
the Toreador's theme
Alarmed by the sound
The bull paws the ground
As the Toreador enters the ring
Up and down, round and round
On and on, all alone
my phone. Leave the lyricist alone
Introverted by the forces telling us to get along
I don't like it, I don't like it, I won't lie a second more
Know I
that vaporizes everything around it in it's final throes
And on and on this goes
Until everyone's burned out and been consumed
Until the heat death
I think this some simulation shit
System overload
I'm in an algorithm
With a status quo
Nature is repetitive
History repeats its self
Death is always
trap house gas station just like Shell
Give me yo rules
And you Know imma rebel
I ain asking
For Shìt Lil homie
Imma just get this shit all by myself
Ain
the recipe
Imma look my bro right in the face
Lil' nigga you the death of me
Lil' bro I love you so
Got heat all on my coat
Imma geek man make me float
You
to hold
You mold the truth so wry, you want control
You said we're bound by blood but you don't know a thing about me or my soul
I see the death of all
slumped over in my wife's
Lap like Kennedy's dome
But you don't get to choose
Death unless your serenity's broke
Loss of suicidal hanging from
Your sanity's
To where I'm unfresh, undressed and yawning
Well, what is this craziness? This crazy talking?
You caught some small death when you were sleepwalking
It
ignites into flames
You'll be right here by my side.
And as it burns away,
You smile at me and say
That, "Not even death could take me away from you."
no chance of wetting me I hold heat in the streets
rolls royce drop top crusing where the women be
last nigga fucked around hes a hood memory
fresh
by the claws of death, you die for your god
Gates of pearl, place of sin
Priests will die when the ritual begins
Feel the heat, taste the smoke
Maybe I should go off even though it's just the prologue
Maybe I should just kick back and pop another Zoloft
Already know I'm spittin' heat stay
forks and knives in the streets
It's too much beef
So much tension in the air
You could feel the broiling heat
It ain't sweet
The game got stolen by
Judge a nigga by his come up judge him by his company
All the vultures wanna a piece of mine get fuck away of me
Are you riding with you niggas
With weather
Hurricanes 5 every year
Starting from now to forever
Death's in the millions to fear
Then the earthquakes and flooding
Natural disasters
sum’m behind bricks/ a couple done got hit
I’m on the road I can not see/death on the streets without the heat/I feel naked all the way down to my feet/a
than you FUCK THEM ALL... don't judge me by my words
I rather die by the truth, than dying in lying (don't mind the ruthers) CoviD 19 money making
everlasting heat but can't
Take it when its 90 degrees
And no degree is gonna save you
And those crystals won't either
And living by zodiac signs causes bondage
get tossed up by strangers
Yo it's the wild life
Where peeps takin' life for keeps
Yo it's the wild life
We all brawlin', fight to eat
This for you (uh) there ain't one day that go by
where I don't think about you (yeah)
This for my mother, Rest In Peace (uh)
To you and yours
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