Lyrics:
Yo (Yo Kavi what you got going in there yo)
Ah nothing just messing around a little bit
I think I got a
Think I got a nice little
Nice little riff
what I say, bitch
He make it outta here then he a winner
If a nigga try to run then we pull up in Sprinters
We get to bustin' at your bucket, fuck it
but
They can't touch me, Hey
No one mess with my crew
Don't need no disrespect
World can pass me by, I gotta keep my head
Head
I'm so high up, up in my
Shout out Bluu
Sometimes it just feels like I fighting my shadows
We back in this bitch, after a short hiatus
And it’s always a losing battle
Hey
death
Got a lot of things to say to this world before my breath
I got memories of dead people stuck in my head
Their voices when I'm sleeping tends
Make the steps your marching chant
Clovers in my own hand
How did I, how did I make my way?
how did I end up so lucky here?
By being so smart
And being
I'd rather be romancing
She had me Inside Out And Upside Down in the back of my Cortina*
Hit Me With Your Rhythm Stick
(Parody of CARS by Gary Numan)
Your kinda young, so of course you had to call replace
Hang up in my face, it's a sad case
So who ya man dippin the dollars, what
Yup, for puttin
know you're right
show your right
yeah, what up people livin' in this world
who know that the time is now
peace to the sun child, Gods and earths alike
Ooooh-ooohh
hey-yeeeah
You got to keep on keepin on
You got to keep your head up high
You gotta work with what you've got
And someday you will
to do who, yea
I caught y’all laying in bed
And you let give you head
While I blew up your phone instead
Chorus:
Got damn hey, hey, hey
Been so mad
Messiah only wanna come free though
I am not your savior or your hero
A dummy told me Jesus wasn't friends with the people (dummy, sound stupid)
I said
On the other hand was me in a fight to be free
And it hurts to see
Minds never at ease
As they see they may be society's debris
Hey
What can I say?
Hello I'm gay
to people hoping they receive it
Covered by grace and it's all about Jesus
Shining your light let your love be sufficient
Feeling your presence Lord make me
still be tryna save it
You get misled by the entertainment
And start to think you’re not enough because your posts ain’t getting high engagement
You get
fuck with me
Don't look at me or say hi, we know your ass is iffy
What the hell do I look like having a flaw in my system
That's like having a wrist
The cold world that we in, is full of pressure and pain
Enough of me, nigga, now listen to Game
Used to see Five-O, throw the crack by the bench (hey
All these little facts that you dig out of a newspaper or pamphlet
And you store that little nugget in your little fucking head
And we light up
scene
In the screenplay
From my mov-vay
On the last page
But I'm OK
I think I'm OK
I ain't got a dime
But I count it a blessing
People say it costs
last goal
I’m not gay, I just enjoy to fuck assholes
And bash your head into the fucking wall
That’s what you get if you’re callin’ my dick small (hi
Who knows what goes on in peoples heads?
How many times must I say
I yearn for you night and day
And when I ascertain, I realize I've failed again
awaken by the giant inside
Outside there's a new kind of religion consisting in being alone
Oh I never felt so lonely so lonely and sad
And we might have
or leave it in your mouth
Cause how you gone reason wit grand Mother Nature
Running mother Earth controlled by Father Time who's the chaser
It's living
in bed like me
And ya'll don't give head like me
Plus your crew don't break bread like me
Think about it, this a one shot deal
Ya'll got one shot
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