Lyrics:
No week by week with you
Not trick by trick on you
No see u soon 'cause I've been on the moon...
You ruined my brain...
Ohh... girl no more playin'
shot his house up last week, he scared as hell, he wanted to chill
Gave him my Draco .223, we don't squash beef, we drill and kill
Taco Bell, we pull
m's in pockets
I carry skills and it's scaring them
I carry these damn fairies
Like grandparents, they glaring
But I dare you to dare me
To squeeze
the abyss
The pyramid texts in my memory
You never seen anything quite like this
Washing clothes down by the river the place I shared my first kiss
I still
bullshit, at least upgrade her to 5G if you gon' be there all mawfucking week
Everything you want is right here, yeah
Everything you need is right here,
stared at by Confederates but hard as hell
Tight jeans penny loafers, but I still drink a Bodine
Staying on my me shit, but hated on by both sides
I'm
on every side
When I'm buried, you pull me back to life
Because you rise
With a fire in your eyes
And you carry all our cries
Took on death and hell
on
She had another buddy, came by my place
Thick ass bitch, said her name was Grace
She walked in the door wearin' a lace
You shoulda seen that look
Every night you catch me every night thinkin' about you makes me so week I waited way too long and now I'm so sick. Every night you catch me every
Every night you catch me every night thinkin' about you makes me so week I waited way too long and now I'm so sick. Every night you catch me every
Put your Sunday best in mothballs: the work week from hell has begun
You can't beat the system and the system cannot last
All stale appeals to progress
Look! I coulda did it by myself (by myself)
Yeah I said it, so no I don't need ya help
Where was you
When I told you my life was a livin' hell
Just
when I carry gun
And I'mma be like quick on my feet
You try and be a hero, my nine milli you will meet
And even if you're the chief of police
Nigga,
like them chickens
Clucks be biting but you wasn't
Bout to drink the kool aid special
Dickmatized by all the loving
Lose yourself in his facade
Them
Hope you're well at home,
Next week I'll try to phone,
Not very long to go,
I'll tell you when I'm coming home as soon as I know
[Chorus]
to try to inspire
It's like I was spitting through the wire
You know what really make me tighter
Is when I carry to much on my back it make me tired
Damn
I
around
So we could dance round and round
I need you to be around
Fuck it up you lost and found
Where the hell you’ve been all week
I need your sex sex sex
ain't no heaven but I pray there ain't no hell.
Swear there ain't no heaven and pray there ain't no hell,
but I'll never know by living, only my dying
Days has been passing by around me in a blaze
Stuck inside a loop of never ending games
Like I'm Searching for my soul within a maze
Gotta carry
Homie died by suicide (Fuck) moment that I realized
World is fucked this shit bigger than you and I (True)
Just a week later (Mhmm) already headed home
I won’t be happy till you get back there next week!”
Bond looks confused cos we know we took the mission well,
The target fell, it’s complete so what
changing but you still can begin again
You just have to rest on Him
He'll carry you through this valley
And in the end, you can put your trust in Him
I got no more me
Well you can make my teeth grind
You can make my underworld
IT's a bit done well now
It's a big dark hell
You sit and watch
the years or wash all your tears
I think I make you stronger I was the evil one
But I put my soul in it this and it got to be love
Time is passing by with no
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