Lyrics:
the hard
Shit and how to swing these things
My little cousin didn't do shit
Except blow out his brains
He had every material possession
You could ever want
can't chew through his last pants
I'm like a mummy at night, fightin' with bright lightning
Frightened with five little white Vicadin pills bitin' him
our cars been autonomous
Mules move the drums, take 'em to different spots
We just call the shots by simply moving our thumbs
I'm a course of miracles
on my little lab rats to make money
And get my brain running like a fat bunny
The irony separates the crazy
I promise like my anxiety I'm not Swayze
the work to the mules
Crossing borders
Just trying to keep it all in order
Communication clear like my jewels
Staying in my lane
Only keep money on the brain
Looking out at still waters
Brain still altered
Tripped on acid 50 times since sophomore year, plus I been sparking
Weed everyday
My mental state is
to do because you black
We damagin our brain for that little bit of fame n we call it gettin lit, but we really hidin pain
Never be the same pills
with me like a toy and Im Feeling like a fool but fuck im just a little boy
He dont know better
Let him grow let him
Progress with his flow
And hell show
contemplating
All just been too much, can you rearrange my brain
Feel like I spent my whole life just waiting
Tired of corruption can you please just numb
Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.
The stockings were hung by the chimney
Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.
The stockings were hung by the chimney
watching channel 4,
With his brains not expected home for an hour or more.
He's still drifting to and fro, like a yo-yo.
His wife is in the kitchen, fixin'
born with the white privilege!
Man what the fuck is that?
White people told me as a child, as a little boy, playin' with his toys
I should be ashamed
[Verse 3-Lil Wyte:]
With bullets wizzin by, children dyin every 36 seconds
It makes it uncomfortable for me to even respect this
With this focused brain
back
I trap by day, boy, rap by night
C-Bone in this bitch, College Park trump tight
Do you really wanna know about some gangsta shit?
Do you
Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.
The stockings were hung by the chimney
Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.
The stockings were hung by the chimney
Woman atmosphere
Your little game is insanely
Working out dear
Once upon and all this time
I was a little toy
And now I see I'm the
Arthur betrayed
problems wit little boys
Little boys
Got itty bitty brains
So they want little toys
When they get up in this game
Fill in the holes and Cuz they're so
you give me a Buzz
Not to mention his buddy
You are my perfect little toy an now this story it's ours
This song it has no chorus I could go on for hours
against the light
Scratches on his chest pressed against his buttoned pride
Legs peeking out like a broken child's toy
Woman that he stalked getting gawked
pants, you the man
Nowadays you can't tell, watch the crotch, it may swell
You needs a pap smear you need to know
If you got an STD, some little
of kings, the Black Widow
Our minds will be his toy
And every girl and boy will learn to
Be employed by the Black Widow
Love me, yes, we love me, love him,
his job so much that even in jail
He painted the cell walls red with his brain
The funerals were then canceled 'cause of Covid concerns
Little Joey felt
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