Lyrics:
(verse 2)
Now I'm driving around town wasting gas just to pass by
Talking to people for the last time
I don't mean to be that guy
But if you want a tight
in Inland Empire
Look at the rabbits
They're anthropomorphic
Look at the sign on Mulholland Drive
My raps are pre-recorded like the song by Rebekah Del
niggas dead, the other 10 locked
The last 10, around here crying
Lord I feel like this can't
Be fair to a nigga
But I know that I got to make due
Too many
Yeah, On the last few days of L.A. I got taken into, um, this guys house
And he was sponsored by an alcohol company, quite a few actually
And uh,
pussy, fucking my bitch
I've been going platinum, you walk by
You player-hate, don't even try
Chorus
Verse two:
Don't ever quit, once you get started
One more time, like it’s the last time
Can we meet again, anywhere is fine
Hold my hand, if you wouldn’t mind
Cause I don’t wanna leave your side
Are you going to be all mine? Oh
Or are you going to waste my time? Oh
Are you good for me baby
Are you going to be by my side
Are you going to be
to the top, taking the world of hip hop
By dropping the right words right where it's hot
Where are you now
Somewhere on your couch
Dancing by yourself
While
Dear past self
This whole it’s B thing at the end of your songs is dope
I know you randomly did it at first but it’s kinda gonna be your thing
insta now
And boast about how you were the topic
For my second ever track
Yeah, how does that feel?
You had one verse before
Now you've got a whole song
together
And our song is the best song
Ever made in the world
Everybody loves us cause we're
So cute and beautiful
I don't give a hoot, I'm so unusual
But,
Mariana Trench
And thinkin', holdin' my breath, until I feel 3-2 like Wretch
Until my last bastard breath
I'ma cut man down on a barberous flex
Who
these shit songs
Iowa is plagued by the
Ones who wanna get grown
All these pussy ass rappers only do it
For the clout
All these pussy ass niggas
They
on
So fucking annoyed because I missed Goliath
Cause some kid said I was there then they caused a riot
Now I'm surrounded by a 25 hound of fuckers tryna
I spent last night in Baton Rouge guitar in my hands
Played the songs I wrote for you then sat in with the band
cnd by some piece of miracle
think I've ever been so unhappy
As I've been this last year with you
You are really a dirty, dirty guy
Did anyone ever tell you that?
Oh, uh, by the way,
Just like the last song
He's tired of feeling undermined
You teach yourself
There's no one to tell you to never beat yourself
You know you need yourself
sent your fairy ass to military class
Now your moms gettin sceamed on by your dad
Like we shoulda had a daughter instead of a fag
This the last time
She died in a fire
Even if he is
Your friend, never, ever call
An Asian person
And finally
Bono, if you want
To help poor people, sell your
the music
And we're in this love together
We got the kind that lasts forever and ever
And we're in this love together
And like berries on the vine
It
$hort, don't say it tonight, beeatch
It started on a bright morning in 1987
I was in my drop-to Caddy y'all
Gettin sucked by a bitch named Helen
Nasty
to cast
So, there will be no peace, never be peace
Till the last truth be told by you and me
Ride for you
Girl i wrote this song for you. Promise to dey dey by you
No go ever live eee live
Ride for you
Girl i wrote this song for you. Promise
smile
Sweat drop
Emoji flame
Wanna' Share my last name
Write the words of your heart
On paper so I won't forget
Share the little things you love
With me
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