Lyrics:
False idols fall slowly into the void with their
Emptiness clinking your glass 'til it breaks
False idols help keep your head spinning straight in
been hungry way to long, I'm taking food off your plate
I've been loading these sticks since like ten years ago
So if you really smoke, boy, say it's
to
Have known you
Had deviousness, Cooking
Target, For S.W.A.T
Under federal, Watch
Volunteering
Your location
Apps, Map, Check-in spots
Monitored, By GPS
Ladies and gentlemen I go by the name
S.to the O to the B
THREESIXTY
And I present to you sonshineboi
They said life is to short for a holiday
Maybe
get by with it, Roll up a J I'ma get high with it
You in my way, I can get by quicker, You in my face just say hi nigga
That on my waist I'll get by
delivered me from slavery, he transformed my life by his word,
Refrain : lola efungwami nazui eyano, n'ekulusu na longi ; :
Le ciel s'est ouvert j'ai reçu
the J's we don't run so much it's all fun and games till my J's get scuffed
I'm livid, fuming, out of touch
I wear sweatpants to funerals, guns to lunch
Lingerie
For Valentines Day
Then put her to bed like J Holiday
I'm ouuut
Erry day twisty
Erry body typsy
Finally came back
They say erry body missed me
Erry
a motorcycle wreck
No kiddin'
Yeah awful I couldn't turn to look at it
you see both sides of our family have never gotten along
And every holiday something
wife?
Your holidays were spent in Spain
You went by train
You'll go again
Have you seen me bullfight poster on the wall?
Do you know the appy
your face was in all the right places
Now the holiday's are over because the bills have come in.
It's time to go home now and be on your own
And look
right now
J Dreamer, you a problem
Your love is all I need
Yeah
Yeah
You make me feel complete
And it's not enough, gotta make space for us
Space for
get it)
I gotta get it (Gotta get it)
By any means nigga
(I gotta get it)
I gotta get its for my fam
Fight thru the struggle I'm going ham
Out for
the winter storm
Baby, Santa's gone for the night
But I'll be by your side
Don't say goodnight
By the treelight
Baby, stay here
We're kissing into the new year
I make it
Now when I make it I don't say shit I just take a vacation
Snapping for the holidays
Got folks that's still out in them trenches selling
the kitty I'm starting to roar
Your bitch is a whore I'm the one with the
Codename: kid next door
Stones on your head
The hail is it for
Your vision was
never send you before, Well it’s a Friday and it’s a holiday Touch down Now drop down I bring it up Now watch me blow up (now watch me blow up) Chorus: Oh
it's been an act
I've stacked a bunch of bullshit right on top of your lap and I'm doing back flips just so you don't feel bad
I'm glad you don't like it
Write a verse like I'm Hemingway
Design your hearse on every page
End of the week it's child play
Feel so bright like the son of "Rey"
Ray of Sun
on the holidays we like to see them
Feelin like we're being stripped of all our rights and freedoms
They say stay in your home that's how you fight diseases
But
way around it, once we find him make the clip slap
Goody but the bitch bad
By the way she ride me like a holiday at six flags
Just to get the duffle do
around
What's that? Tomorrow at two
You're kidding me -- no
Is it allright with you
I don't know what to say
It'll be like a holiday
When
Sitting by the fireside
I wanna leave my troubles here tonight
It's so warm and easy by your side
It feels like Christmas
Street lights over in
been crying in Honda Civics
Because I caught you slipping, left you no choice
You ever cry again, it's gon' be in a Rolls Royce
I wipe your face with
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