Lyrics:
at night, tossing and turning
Underneath his pleated quilt protector, tears welling in his eyes as he
Pictured Marsha, her sworn vows overcome by liquor
tossing and turning
underneath his pleated quilt protector, tears welling in his eyes as he
pictured Marsha, her sworn vows overcome by liquor
bought a Céline for a scumbag
Told her bring a friend but
They're only getting one back
I ain't on a play ting
No talking in my ears when I'm raving
Some
I’m loving the small things
They come together and they all bring
Good times, Vibes, and Peace
Whenever I’m low it’s in reach
I’m loving the small
live out in some better way
Some better days
PTSD all in my songs
Keep me up for many days
Feeling like a whole another person
Bout to go and rage
They
it turn out ugly, yeah
Hunnids I'm counting them in, them bags coming in
Get 'em on time every time by the monthly, yeah
Said that we came up from
Deep voice from behind
Said "finish your coffee
Let's see if we can find
Your way out of town
Before the sun goes down
Don't be slow"
I found myself in
ever leave?
'Cause I know
I got some good friends that live down the street
Got a good lookin' woman with her arms 'round me
Live in a small town
small talk
And maybe in another life with this I might be fine but
I'm wasting my time over meaningless lines
Said by faces defined by small talk
Smile
some gigs and carts,
Led by some farmers with lightness in their hearts.
"These are but the shadows of the things that have been"
Said the spirit: "We
buy her some Celine you know what i mean? im tryna get in
Ion play games either what you feeling?
Oh you tryna heal? but you look so appealing
Walking
(whoa)
He hits her up at midnight
He says, "I miss you," and she says, "I miss you, too"
He's on his way to make it right
She lets him in, then
You woke up in your happy place
You took your happy pills
The feelings though they are misplaced
You're in it for the thrills
Spend some time
and C's these E's are way to speedy man
Big up the Bobs Beethoven too
Benzodiazepines
Big up Bjork and Biggy Smalls
Big up poets in the hall
Big up
Sometimes you gotta take a sacrifice (Gudda Tay on every beat, nigga)
In your love life (D Hill)
If you want the riches and the ice, yeah, yeah
can I walk tall
With the critic in my head?
Won't rest till I feel small
I need some confidence
How can I walk tall
With the critic in my head?
Ayy, I'm a rich Blood, by the way
And I'm havin' swag, Rollie old like a tape
Fish scale, yeah, I got these bitches on the bait
Don't wanna talk, man,
way[00:23.96]All in all, from the big things to the small[00:26.15]There ain't nothing I'd at all change[00:27.52]That's hard to say[00:28.55]Cause of dreams that I
and the rocket sled itself got lunched!
By a famous mountain-in and his small, wooden wife.
Good bye to las vegas
Farewell to the lounges
We pulled a few
Basically this song is just uh
You know get shit off my chest
Just writing to write really
This intro sucks by the way
And I get drunk just to walk
It's either eat or get ate, ain't no rules in this shit, you know how these streets play
I keep it on me, gold chains on my neck, bad bitch by my side,
We've got some folks to meet
And it's that way, in the states
And even overseas so if I'm seen
You should know that I have had (Oh)
Better days in
Small circle fuck some toxic shit
They fucked in the brain cuz I'm rocking shit
Rocking shit cold way the movement
They mad the way how I'm moving
This my
That’s why I stay out the way,
Well I’m in Hawaii right now anyway these niggas still on the block,
I got a bad bitch sucking and stroking the cock
Figure
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