Lyrics:
a dance
I'm feeling like a bastard
This city is in shambles
Now I am on the verge of death
My house
My wife
Martin Shkreli
What the fuck
I loved you
I loved
and pigs, just to feed the white hogs
No houses, no meals, no seven acres
Put us in the projects put us on dope and playa hate us
Now lady heroin
his own meaning
I'm just feelin' all alone, tryna fight these demons
On my own by myself, you on know how it feel
If I could take you back in time then
And I'm here now, It's the 9 house where we at
I'm going off like milk that's been in the fridge too long
I write these flows keep me going and bring me
chips now they orbit the earth
Can't stay in the house too much work
I been distancing since like my birth
You don't gotta show me how it work
It's
Thank you Lord Jesus for saving me with your precious blood
In Jesus' name, Amen
I met her at this house party on El Segundo and Central
She had
her mouf
Keep a taz in pouch
Bad lil joint keep a jay mouf
Wear her J's out da house
Hit da stage in hour
Raise up north
Took the scamming down souf
her mouf
Keep a taz in pouch
Bad lil joint keep a jay mouf
Wear her J's out da house
Hit da stage in hour
Raise up north
Took the scamming down souf
LOVE!
LOVE!
Bitch ah been locked in the house
Chiefin n clapping the spouse
Trappin n bagging the pounds
Grow it then chop it announce
Sellin
dodging the debacles like pot holes in Jamaica
We cut down the weed bury the paper on them acres
Martin had a dream bob got high I still do both but somehow
I'm dodgin debacles like pot holes in Jamaica,
We cut down the weed, bury the paper on dem acres.
Martin had a dream, Bob got high,
I still do both
that they feed us
The odds in my favor to live my whole life in danger
I wish Martin Luther never trusted Margaret Sanger
Population control, they don't
in CB4
Set up a contest, I'm coming
I'm taking the dough
They wouldn't pick you even if you had a afro
So don't try me, you better walk by me
I'll do
to know
When you run from it all
You just learn that you raise in the smoke
When you Layed on the floor
Granny house packed
But ya still having fun by
But I got lucky in the first place
I know what you need, girl
I know what you need, yeah
Let me show you what the house do
What the couch do
What
on earth
Be loved by God as much as God loved Gandhi and Martin Luther King
Be that last one of 144,000, be the resident of that twelfth house
Be, eternal
logic?
I stay calm in hard times am the plug pain within
I sit in silence for thoughts ah
Jesus died on the cross
Martin Luther king was add on
Nkrumah
Trio, tricycle, yeah we musketeers
Fake teeth, 100 thousand, you spend on veeners
Audemars no Aston Martin, I'm investing in my peers
Slide in houses
Michael Brown, another soul
Stole by the system, black men we pay the toll
The price is your life, Uncle Sam want a slice
Black dress code now we looting in
I'm dodging the debacles like pot holes in Jamaica
We cut down the weed bury the paper on them acres
Martin had a dream bob got high I still do both
Nation
2Max and the Visionary Crew
My nigga Flyintastic
E White in the White House
Fo life? My nigga Mitch is slick
From the big ass game, San Diegan
Bella
and don't steal, for real
(You got's to chill)
Verse 1:
I woke up in my Tommy Hilfigures boxers at 10 from a knock at the door
But why they at my door for?
on the school bus
danger almost made my stool gush
Because the substitute driver
caused the truck to cruise by us
Would've been crushed in dude's tires
sober, its molly in my pee (Yeah)
(Yeah, yeah, yeah yeah)
Martin Margiela my therapist (Uh)
I left out the house, I was very pissed (Uh)
I fucked
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