Lyrics:
The sand that he walked was also his bed
The words that he spoke made the people assume
There wasn't too much left in the upper room
With skins on his
wish this every day
We burn in every spot we go, that's our true lifestyle
Our true lifestyle
It's a couple hundred million in this room right now
each other
Hate watching the family try to recover
Rest in peace Mac I aint finding another
High off some uppers I'm thinking of you
I guess that's what
Pay pay the bills
Make it work for you pussy pay the bills
Fill my room with teen spirit just to lift me up
Flows wavy quote lyrics from my sippy cup
a little strength
This isn't for the upper class
This is for everyone that lives in debt
That mortgages and bills effect
That work away and live in sweat
For
The sand that he walked was also his bed
The words that he spoke made the people assume
There wasn't too much left in the upper room
With skins on his
Looking at the girl over there in that room
Wonder if she's looked over my way too
Cause her hairs all pushed back
Kind of like it is, after nights
That idyllic upper room
I wanted to believe
You could set me free
From these dreams of constant doom
But I'm weighed down by old curses
By old curses
the kitchen
Stupid, ya'll, think it was just me
I belong in prison crazy by my own admission
On a mission to grab a podium
Let me tell the public that I'm
Maybe I should travel get away I'm in a coup
Paint a couple canvases and play a couple tunes
Way up in the mountains see mosaics in the room
Two, three, go
I take my seat around the table, let my spirit rise
Try to read the room, learn to read the eyes
Then I look behind me, glaring by
damn well I paid the bill in full
Conscious in Wonderland
Every breath I take is wonderful
Full of myself, playing with toys
That are from the upper
Okay this is very simple...
I come in you take your clothes off and I take pictures
Hmmk?
She gets up and takes a shower
Now she is in the mirror for
it chill
Stepped in here, lookin' debonair
I got the juice, it's overflowing, made a heavy spill
Shit i'm tryna get booked on every bill, everywhere
key I'm in tune like the Neptunes on Neptune
Big watch like Ben Ten get iced out by Ben Jewler
Know about a lot of things ain't spent much time in
Niggas ain't even riding for they self
Nigga I'm finna slide in by myself
Ain't gon' tell you how I'm gon' do it 'cause I'ma do it by myself
When I'm in
the million dollar bill folded with green blinds
Chairs is a hundreds for shams I run that hole in quickies
Dollar bills is 'intendos the windows is folded
had in the past
Doesn't like Blacks
Claims he's upper class
Joined the police, got himself a badge
Now he rolls the streets
and he's cut to jack
Doggin'
then, seven days had past
He taught for a long time, for tomorrow he'd be leaving
The crowd in the upper room was listening by lamp light
Paul gave them
Ive been up out of my home
Im Just tryna get honey
I run by the code
Butterflies in my stomach
Until i get home
From the run
Said im tryna get
left in the upper room
With skins on his back and hair on his face
They thought he was strange by the locusts he ate
The pharisees tripped when they
When you walk through the door
Do you have anything more
Do you understand
Have the upper hand
When the day is finished
Are your thoughts still
money in the room, ayy
She just bought a trap for me and keep the bill paid
Know I keep me some blue cheese, I love my 50s pink
Walk into a private room
Yeah if I could fit the world in here, you know I would
But there'd be no room for you
There'd be no room to chill
And fuck, we haven't smoked in
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