Lyrics:
the trash
Jim Carrey with the mask
I'm Bukowski with the flask
I'm Bilbo with the bags
Said welcome to the playground
'Round here 'round here niggas dont
by sin
I got my first gold front from Ben
Eighty-nine, I was into Rakim
For dropping gems
Most niggas learned a lot from him
Grandma used to cook with
I was living in the dark
by myself No lights
with no future
I can only feel
the wind passing by
I couldnt find my only reason
Trying hard to stand up
deal with it, life's hard, get real with it
And I might seem dead but I'm still here living
Still here giving' all that I've got
While they've got
hard to come by
And, you need to know someone just to get inside
That's one hell of a predicament
Even with a degree, you can't predict what's to be
We
of the darkest Guinness with an Irish heart
Three passports, one of them red, two of them blue
Lived Finsbury, and Stock Newington too
'Bout to witness the rise
Shades of night are falling and I'm lonely
Standing on the corner feeling blue
Sweethearts out for fun
Pass me one by one
Guess I'll wind up like
Shades of night are falling and I'm lonely
Standing on the corner feeling blue
Sweethearts out for fun
Pass me one by one
Guess I'll wind up like
Shades of night are falling and I'm lonely
Standing on the corner feeling blue
Sweethearts out for fun
Pass me one by one
Guess I'll wind up like
Shades of night are falling and I'm lonely
Standing on the corner feeling blue
Sweethearts out for fun
Pass me one by one
Guess I'll wind up like
Shades of night are falling and I'm lonely
Standing on the corner feeling blue
Sweethearts out for fun
Pass me one by one
Guess I'll wind up like
Shades of night are falling and I'm lonely
Standing on the corner feeling blue
Sweethearts out for fun
Pass me one by one
Guess I'll wind up like
Leaders with the baddest features
Dog 'em then it's onto the next like I do my sneakers
That was the life I was living, careless about their feelings
tops
Tight fittin' jeans
Blue collar babies who ain't scared of old Jim Beam
Red lipstick on a Daytona tan
I love women my mama can't stand
From
Diamond hands hodl hella bands
I invest money very often
Tip toe with this crypto
Feel like Jim Jones way I'm ballin
Big whale I make money moves
In
is living proof
You can tell by the mud on
The bottom of my boots
Do work, got it written on the daily planner
Whether it's a mic in my hand, paint
Blue in the yellow with more yellow in the blue
Better Figure it, Ripple it see the message
I spit with it little living delirious, not a little bit
Shades of night are falling and I'm lonely
Standing on the corner feeling blue
Sweethearts out for fun
Pass me one by one
Guess I'll wind up like
Letting the days go by, let the water hold me down
Letting the days go by, water flowing underground
Into the blue again after the money's gone
Once in
to seed
I don't mark my time with dates, holidays, faded wisdom, locked karma holders
Convenient
I am made by my times
I am a creation of now
goodbye, leaving the good life
When we in A-Side, we were living the hood life, yeah
One time for my dudes in the blue sky
I forget to pray, by god, but I
Letting the days go by, let the water hold me down
Letting the days go by, water flowing underground
Into the blue again after the money's gone
Once in
go by, let the water hold me down
Letting the days go by, water flowing underground
Into the blue again, after the money's gone
Once in a lifetime,
Shades of night are falling and I'm lonely
Standing on the corner feeling blue
Sweethearts out for fun
Pass me one by one
Guess I'll wind up like
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