Lyrics:
were at my house for 4 whole days
Just to make a video for a song for Mole Day, hey
The more we’d hang out, hell yeah these dudes were bros
Like
I remember late nights
I remember late crys
I remember losing friends & understanding fake ties
I remember hate times
Hearing all the same lines
You
in
Sewer Line militia only interested in dividends
Reel the money in with a stick like a fisherman
These niggas ain't hip-hop
Just rapping fools
I've worked too hard for my illusions
Just to throw them all away
I'm taking time quiet consolation
In passing by this love that's passed away
I
ring] said it's a ho-tel party
Just bring the liquor there's already eight shawties
I'm on my way (way) let me stop by the store
Get a 12 pack of Corona,
Elon Musk, I didn't know he was South African
Faked all my videos, I'm feeling just like Dhar Mann
Fizz to clear the party, we might need a drip pan
Most
no pounds for you
You'll never know me so don't you try to show me
We can be friends you can now but somehow you did back then
Just to be down with me
the very next move
Fool me once, I don't want number two
And I'm still mad at you for not handling biz
But you can still get the biz
So just come
got sweet rap skills to get you so roasted
Cause no ones likes all the videos you posted
Logan is really just a bunch of crap
But I'll still diss you
years in federal prison
I always live by the code of honour
That's why my best days are ahead of me
I am richer than I've ever been
I would like
hustlin' man, don't ever give up
I don't care what it is, handle yo' biz
Forget about the woulda, coulda and if I did's
'Cause that's just the past, you
the one who’s wrong
Concealed my feelings way too long
Been exposed I’m not strong
I got secrets, I got faults
You don’t gotta be my savior
Just a friend
your first waking moment until this very hour
If I could take every thought you have ever had
Not just your deeds, but your thoughts
Only your
holdin back now, but just wait till I get loud,
I got more anger in me than there are points in the dow
A vile child growing up, surrounded by drugs
On videos for hours and hours
We hardly need to use our ears
How music changes through the years
Let's hope you never leave old friend
Like all good
The otherside ain't no fake rap videos
Just jail cells
Funerals and the mental homes
This rap shit used to be
The news from the hood
Now everyone's jumpin' round
Indecisive about the very next move
Fool me once, I don't want umber two
And I'm still mad at you
For not handling biz
But you can still get the biz
So just
wey ya know say
I i i i see you than you see yourself
Why why why can’t you feel free girl just be yourself
Now I’m stuck in your biz you're stuck in
shawty
She be talking to me through the night
Never have to worry
I'm a get it I'm alright
I just go, bout my fucking biz
Give this li'l shawty li'l purse
later on at the Blues Room (Di ya wa!)
Get to the venue continue my mission
Got stopped in the tracks by the most beautiful vision
Had the body
the funny man
I make the video
I put it on YouTube
I'm sad
I eat paper
I met tons of my best friends
In the world of the internet and learned just
How much
when you left at 3 a.m
After you already left once to go humor him
You already left once to go humor him
Just wanted you to feel my soul and song
Friend of a friend, high-school roll call
Pure nirvana, young love had no faults
Snow (Ooo)
Falls (Ooo)
Glistening
Introduced to you in the evening
can't so you start the lyin'
Just like that nigga that think he dyin'
Get ta cryin', snitchin' and testifyin'
To all my people if I'm talkin 'bout your
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