Lyrics:
still they try to filter my thoughts like I was Brita/ and just Because I tell you the truth don't mean I'm bitter/y'all chase an image ignoring of all
bout me
Just worry 'bout you
And I don't like them, and
They don't like you, but they don't know
And what'cha gon' do?
It'll be a long time before
You
your baby daddy
Smash you on the Xanny
Iced out Kodaks
Got you in your feelin's
Just to get the feelin'
Spend a couple million
Like I'm Godzilla in
the windows, just so I could breathe
Can't believe you just actually did this shit to me
I'm going 'bout a hundred, mascara runnin'
Laughing out of anger, but
rid of the evidence, can't kick shit like Bruce Lee
And I just want the head, ain't giving out my seed
Ball like Walter Payton, in the paint they pay me
knew your name
Well the street only knew your name, your name
Well Walter and John, Katie and Ron
Used to hang out by the corner lamp light
Get
to Lacey I’m low key
Twin ask where I Be I just tell em OT
On the digi scale weigh it by the OZ
Quarter in the well let my niggaz be free
Let my daughter be
Catchin' feelings like I'm Walter Payton
I just wanna throw love at this evenin'
Christian Dior with the ski
Bad bitch, yeah, make believe
Barney Balmain
you're doing now
Something like never before
Something like never before
Something like never before
That's what you're doing now
In Your presence
By Your
a nigga like the Tecca Nina
If you looking like an enemy (Bust)
We don't ever stop and take a minute we (Just)
Breathe
Hey son, what the fuck are you
they're trying to do with radio, with this, uh, McCarron-Walter
Act and a lot of other ways, is start by saying that they're
protecting the public from
Suicide lines in my notes
15 white lines in a line ready to go
15 white lines cheap price in my nose
If it's laced, I don't care, I just wanna be
answer
As you breached, I chose not to speak up
Cause I was weak, by today's standards you be fired
I just play it like Ether in 02, bitch who shot ya
If
eyes stare before 'em as the audience look
Cosmic lights, it's gothic in the midst of the night
A state of nothingness, a shear bliss descended from
no
I wrote back and said "of course I had sex before"
Knowing I was frontin'
I said I was like a pro baby
Knowing I was stuntin'
But if I told
makes ya fold, so lo' and behold
Why you waitin for the poetical Satan?
Creatin slaughters, runnin through camps like Walter Payton
I snatch ya breath
She goes pumping iron every morning twice a week
When I'm by her side I got no fear
She'll take care of every single living creep
I just love the way
sometimes find
That Sun City is in the mind
I was just watching the TV the other night
The should appear but you know
Walter Cronkite said the Blues
And it
The halls were filled with publicists and
Escorts who had to pretend not
To be dazzled by those
They were escorting minaj
Had walked in a few minutes before
and just simplify
Simplify
This is not your floor
You're going higher than before
Drop the weight now
Wait for the lookout guide
Look outside
exactly what you earned
You gon' fool wid the Drex it's like a tax return
When I'm in the two-five
Just walk on by, just walk on by
Before you fuck up my
fold, so lo' and behold
Why you waitin' for the poetical Satan?
Creatin' slaughters, runnin' through camps like Walter Payton
I snatch ya breath
the highway casts it's spell
Here comes Muddy cross the Mississippi in a cloud of Chicago Blues
Little Walter harpin' like a saxophone, Man he paid some dues
walter payton
I get a rhyme like spokes on a dayton
But I won't knock off, because I just rock off
The beats to get funky, like when you take your sock off
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