Lyrics:
death
On a country road far from town
I stare by the wheel just as sure as I feel
That there won't be but one sound
That's the wheel that keeps
were forced [?]
Niggas act like they don't know where I'm coming from
Niggas act like I'm supposed to stay away from ratchet shit like I ain't from
Oh hear Mary Jane Kelly
So sad and singing sadly
A violet plucked from mother's grave
Ex-soldier Thomas Bowyer found you in the gutter
dying by the pack
In an unmarked tomb, I buried an army friend
Letter said Todd was doomed, my joy had met its end
Shakes foundations in my faith
When
to death
Once again I'm getting letters
From his goons for
Nothing but daring to try and draw breath
I feel my cool is slipping
Just tryna maintain my
of flowers and we finally found his grave. It was marked with a huge fur tree and a mammoth stone that said â??Hesseâ?? in huge Helvetica bold letters. It
You grind to get some clothes
From where they never make it
Fake niggas get exposed
Stretched out all on the payment
Left there they body
No I ain't
when met by selfish opportunists, feelin' boxed in while I'm free
Complications surpassin' rubix, cause my true colors all over the place
I'm being
Charlotte
And if you pass tonight in your sleep
You will still have me to weep
I'm all that remains here
Blue Charlotte
Yellow letters from your youth
All
far
Around this world 100 times
By bus, truck, train, bike , or car (???)
And just like the rest I roll on to my death
On a country road far from town
I
switch their flow
Man I might just press my x tonight like I'm tryna reload
I could write half their songs freestyling from my dome
Man I move like coke
man call me rasta
But I'm bold like blacker letters
Jamaican British descendant
In Leicester City I'm weary
Cah' one push from the road
Could be hooked
relate
You almost never got this letter at all, it was a close one
From these problems that I never could solve, now I got no one
I got a lot of grudges
a grave, and crossing was for the brave
And those caught by the patrollers would probably be enslaved
He saved enough for the passage, was ready to make his
Then call it bliss
Willful ignorance
They'd need a flood to wash the dirt
From the blood on their hands
Why are the sick labeled as weak
Tortured by
average like the letter C
Eenie, meenie, minie, moe
Can never catch the things that I'm saying by the toe
Always take my time, hyperbolic time chamber
leather boots like Jesse from toy story
Looking Hella cute she giving me a woody
I can’t really help it I got a friend in me
Letters coming in from Disney
Dear 17, how have you been
I'm writing all these letters but their stuck in my head
Of memories with you by my side sneaking out at midnight just
to my Tios at their grave and I sigh
Throw this letter in a river stream, I'm never saying goodbye, this is why
When my world was crashing all around me
gone (All hope is gone)
You’ll be dead by dawn (You'll be dead by dawn)
Zip yourself in tightly to a body bag, babe
I wrote this letter for you in Hell
own face
Tear stains upon the drape
I should compare them
To a warm summer's day
But to the letter, it is better
To lichen their names to a grave
Eighteen hundred and eighty five
Is a year I remember so well
When they drove old brad into an early grave
And sent my mother to jail
Now I don't
away
Always running from consequence
Tryna make change out of pounds and pence
Money in my wallet goes to a fix for my head
You could call it medication,
pus
Wiping the dirt from my hands
As I walk from the grave that I've trampled to dust
Caskets uprooted, mausoleums stained red
Riding high six feet
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