Lyrics:
fucking with my paper
You is out the picture
So let's see how you gone stack
Against Bahamian niggas
We be walking pass our ops
Sticking middle fingers
Chapped, chapped and puffed
All my fingers
Dry- dry and cut
Do you feel it melting,
In New York or Japan by my helping
I feel like pretending
I'm up by
Poo
Oh fuck my life
God let me have a taste of glory
It was fucking awesome
'Til the poison
Reached my veins
Fuck my life
God let me have a taste
If you want some change
Don't say it, do it
Passion will translate, know what I mean?
All day, dreaming of that look on your face
Flushed and glowing
of your ear with my finger
Separate is the way though, no second is the place though
Just fake it through the day and the night is your god
See you in
There she was just a - walking down the street
Singin' doh wah diddy diddy dam diddy doh
Snapping her fingers and shuffling to the beat
Singin'
[K:] Uh, OK? Uh.
[F:] No, no, no, no, no. You, your fingers. Your fingers are too tight.
[K:] They’re too tight?
[F:] Yes, let me get behind you. Like
Sanity's in the grip of the beholder
But let me ask you this
How do you live your life?
Do you know that your Mother has been fucking your own Wife?
Do
October 19th two thousand whatever
Birth, all natural ma, valiant effort
You came in this world, all your fingers, toes, chromosomes
And life changed
When I said, We are imprisoned
By a lack of imagination
I meant we have a hard time dreaming
We drink too much poison
Because we don't know where
rat, wanting it back, like rabbit
Like dang-nabbit, I was tackled by a fraction
Of what I've felt, so I walk on and number up all my arms,
Yeah. cnd do
Absorbing my poison through your skin pores
I argue it's the other way around, no
Narcissist tendencies and I won't admit (uh)
Take a look at my
Girl you got me sippin' on your potions
Baby let’s get lost in your thoughts and emotions
Let’s sit down and talk about devotion
Saw you walking by
how am I supposed to act when you're walking around
Judging me looking down on me like your f****** god or something
Do I have trust issues in the path
with the day,
Wise men endorse the poet's sight.
Do you believe in the day? do you? believe in the day!
Let me tell you the tales of your life
mat left in century
Pull off| the do-rag your heart poison me fill with crack
Messing with my sensory
Not to sad I always-always pleases you
But you
fingers up, bang motherfucker bang
(Hit 'em up) throw your hoods up, bang motherfucker bang
(Hit 'em up) Eastside
(Hit 'em up) bang motherfucker bang
goodbye
The poison, the poison
Coalesced within your veins
Taking you over, day by day
You can't fix a poisoned heart
'Cause it was over from the start
wrapped around your finger
Do you have to let it linger?
Do you have to, do you have to, do you have to let it linger?
You know I'm such a fool for you
right over and rub your leg
I let my hand slide between your miniskirt
Slip a finger in your panties, straight go to work
What time is it, don't watch
the oldies on, Mob business boy we're looking like some Corleone's You gon have to mind your business wondering what we're on
Let me approach this shit like
wrapped around your finger
Do you have to let it linger?
Do you have to, do you have to, do you have to let it linger?
You know I'm such a fool for you
out for your tails
Like a poison sold on demand
Like a hard chance
Like a pig tail
I walked my self away
Well, baby I'm talked about
And I
still feel defeat
Even when your souls are massaged by a rosary
Twenty one grams over G recite my passage lead the blind
I can make the soulless see so
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