Lyrics:
dying
We'll cross the Causeway of No Memory
When the sun is dying
Our trees will billow in dunes
When the sun is dying
We'll wade around
There's a girl who lives in the high country
Who lives on tea and dreams
And I know that she does not love me
But she plays the game so well
""Sit by my
it
Some days I'm happy, some days I'm fucked up
Some days I tell the voice in my head to shut the fuck up
Yeah
Motivated by paper and pussy,
the problems that will bind us
To the ties that won't unfold
As we cross those bridges and boundaries
To where we'll never know
So you hope that I won't let you
disappear to nothing
The day the world is over
We'll be lying in bed
I'm gonna rock you like a baby when the cities fall
We will rise
stood in line and left my name
took about six hours or so
Well, the man just grinned like it was all a game
said they'd let me know
I put in my
I stood in line and left my name
Took about six hours or so
Well, the man just grinned like it was all a game
Said they'd let me know
I put in my
Oscar Climbed in the ceiling
We all love the dundies
When Michael left it got crummy
Kevin Got a big tummy
Prison Mike is just stunning
Meredith got hit
they're own dimension
Must've forgot I spit well that's dementia
Pull up to punish like in house, suspension
2 faced get hit both ways split decision
They had rushed me so I scrambled had to Mike Vic it
I'm on a whole other wavelength I guess my mind different
I made a tear and revealed the truth
talking mike and ike show up if the price is right
You so bad i'm twice as nice your career hanging on by a string and i'ma fly the kite asian chick eyes
Papa's Liquor Tore
Papa's liquor tore
And the bible black
Mama's in the kitchen
By the stow
With a cold
Papa's gotta gun
Mama's in the shed
Ain't
Papa's Liquor Tore
Papa's liquor tore
And the bible black
Mama's in the kitchen
By the stow
With a cold
Papa's gotta gun
Mama's in the shed
Ain't
a little closer, a cross to upstage right
I can tell you every detail of everybody's plight
I've got ears in the walls
And eyes in the ceiling
I see every
Don't fw no gold cause the shit look like piss
You copped that fake ice, I seen it on wish
Hoes come in pair by the two and it's lit
Put down the ball
I'm really out here on my own cuz I'm tryna make mills
Nice guy acts
Outdated
Cuz I'm too busy gettin cross faded
This is mikes will cuz I'm tryna make
shit on my own
It can get bad my bro got a semi he just might aim at your dome
Balling like mike this 23 in my pocket
Pistol gon talk and my chopper gon
They call me Boss when I cross the border
Six shot "caught her?"
I hear niggas say my face is screwed
But I'll put six in your stomach nigga
Lace
"Running down the road trying to roosen my road."
That's what Mike heard in Japan.
Cause there's no "L" in the language.
He's been unamazed by
Migos (Migos)
That anyone in the world knows (World knows)
I'm only on this because Future said no
(Said no) so did Travis Scott, Gucci Mane
And Mike
He was just and old country doctor in a small Georgia town
Fame and fortune had passed him by but we never saw him frown
As day by day in his kindly
flyer
It's a lot of shit that gone I'm a require
For them bands I'm a jump over barb wire
I'm all in the cut like I'm Mike Myers
Young nigga talk but he
chick I'm piping
Under alias, well this is awkward
Yelling obscenities calling me Jamal Crawford
Cuz talk about a double cross, ain't no coming back
She
cross a docier - she tryna put me in a box - fuck - stop - oh wait
She woke from the commotion - I said hold on don’t you move
A gun beneath the mattress
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