Lyrics:
and hell
Regress to the mind of a hungry child
Censer all the rhymes
cnd still be burnt by fire
Leak your rancid thoughts
Panic when you talk
Cover up
lintas laut dengan cargo
Lu just talk fast claimin’ you a rapper Romeo
Rasa cam gwa boleh conquer satu Archipelago
Like bah, your two pioneers even ditch
never give up sippy cups
Never see me suit up cuz that suit would never get me tucked
What the fuck,
I got bitches in the back with Stanley cups
I just
may believe
I've been flying back and forth with this notepad, it's hard to read
Punching every line, but when I go to talk it's hard to breathe
Hard
Mood swings you know?
Bruh you know- you know what the fuck I'm talking 'bout
You feel me?
It just be little shit
Piss a nigga off
I'ma flash out, no
Waist drawn on, cattle prod, point at god
With a little bit of veal slippin' outside of your mouth
You can feel it on your fingertips, creeping
threw me in a cell with nobody just me
Had to stand up on my own two feet
But always held my head high cause im still just a ghee
And now im out here
But the facts are what will be will be
It's a little frightening I aint hiding
I'll just have to wait and see
If I keep my chin up my luck can change
ain't it, ain't it kinda, ain't it kinda funny?
When I need to talk with [Incomprehensible] you
No baby, baby, can't ya see? I need you to love me
ain't it, ain't it kinda, ain't it kinda funny?
When I need to talk with [Incomprehensible] you
No baby, baby, can't ya see? I need you to love me
just moved here from the boarder
Heart of stone, memories rushing back and forwards
Tried to fit in with the story, as she sheltered all her
No you can't tell anything by the way he walks,
When he's seen too much, no time to talk
Yes he's proud, respectable, but he's been
Messed around
deal with little straps
Strictly big guns when it comes to ripping tracks
I ain't sweating sales, dub this for your crew
'cause once they hear the rhymes
to
Cut the body up into pieces just to store it
And bury 'em all under the porch like I'm 'posed to
I drank a little lawnmower gas like I'm 'posed
ever been a fear
These people say they red carpet but never do appear
And I just be there with the shit that I wear
Oh yeah, it's something bad
Furthermore, you're ain't the one left with the kweft up face
But rest up mate, gotta get you out your house by eight
Yo, go bed, bro, you been chatting shit
I was nearly drowned by a goddamn priest
On the day that I was born
Daddy's little demon from the
Tip of the womb
They try to hide me like kiddie
was little me. Gotta tell my story with these words I paint a picture vividly.
The mood is right
And this the moment
And I'm just trying to get up on it
I know you know that I want it
I can tell by the way you flaunt it
I can
Everything ain't what it seem to be
But when I'm on the scenery, I gotta keep the greenery
I'm high as hell so I might as well
Sale this little
am I to ignore his grace
Ayy, Koto on a role like a fat man belly
I don't think y'all understand
Just cause I don't talk about
My passion doesn't mean
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Yeah yeah, ride or die
Yeah yeah, by my side
Yeah yeah, no lie (Aye Casio turn me up)
Yeah yeah
Yeah yeah, you a vibe
Yeah yeah,
Me I'm not by myself it's hopeless
I sit in my room, in the dark
With my eyes closed i can never sleep but
I daydream 'bout dreaming
I wish that I can
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