Lyrics:
were no match for the Jack of Hearts
Rosemary combed her hair and took a carriage into town
She slipped in through the side door lookin' like a queen
dolo in Manhattan
Court side seats by Stefflon Don
We caught the whole row lacking
Dior vintage, kick the door down
Got a bitch that heard shots
From
upright in the stirrups, he scarce could reach her hand
But she loosened her hair i' the casement, his face burnt like a brand
As the black cascade
even in the drought
I'll go in once the beat rides out
Watch you burnout I leave no doubt
Grew up leaping from kangaroo pouch
Live in a trash can Oscar
Anatomically you all dudes is comedy
Ain't got the balls, that's why you're not on the tours
Stay fronting like tube sock in the drawers
I be
to play from the volunteer state
Now we officially on the roster
Memphis legends won the oscar
No more waitin in line nowhere and personally I didn't win
""Keep Love New""
(Your love, keep it new
See the world through colored glasses
Your love, keep it new)
When our love was brand spanking new
I
you running your mouth cuz I'll put you in the trash no Oscar the grouch
wondering
Neck peeking out the suicide doors
Doing donuts in a noose, yeah (Yeah)
Blood covered, blade runner, spray something
Pistol popping the head off
an Oscar
Man I swear I didn't vote
I seen it all before
I can't trust nobody like I used to
They knockin' at my door
I won't let em in unless I choose to
I
door and the door knob. The doorknob was this beautiful sculpted bass clef. You walked in and the carpet smelled new and I could hear familiar voices
of Hearts
Rosemary combed her hair and took a carriage into town
She slipped in through the side door lookin' like a queen without a crown
She fluttered her
the only one who ever believed in my soar
She's kind, she's beautiful, she's more
Now respect is the score
Bust in the door, waive that 44
There can only be
my dollars
Kash
She love this dick like she love herself Rest In Peace Mac Dre she get wet as the bay
That brand new gun like a brand new Belt hit cha
lies
Famous on the gram but in real life she's dead inside
Don't talk to her unless she's hopped up
Says she needs drugs but I think she needs love
Says
Yea
Look
We don't see the same, what I'm lookin with is not eyes
Feel it, hear it in my spirit like it's Allah
First I work behind the curtains then
achievements
What I look like spending money on yall brand when I’m trying to build my own
We aint kids no more n***** grown which means I pay my own bills by
burned like a brand
As a black cascade of perfume
Came tumbling over his breast
And he kissed its waves in the moonlight
Oh, sweet waves in
Nigga where i come from everybody struggle
How you gone make it out determined by yo hussle
When you make it to the top now everybody love you
When
of my shoes
They too timid to even make it a single minute
I was molded by the pain
Shit, I'm Bane, I was raised in it
You and me are not the same
I was
opportunities
No more locked doors as if I’m cruising in a Jeep
Talk to me nice, or say nothing at all
I’m at the, top of the class like LaMelo Ball
So the,
Mister Hollywood man
Living in Hollywood Land
You've got the world
In the palm of your hand
Mmh, play boy
Models, they fall at your feet
Is this your
wine
In a brand new bottle
It's the same old wine
In a brand new bottle
Teach our children virture
Then send'em off to war
Then we ask ourselves
got to say is
Woof woof woof woof
Who that at the door I'ma freak go insane like
Woof woof woof woof
I'm with all my dogs fat necks got the folds like
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