Lyrics:
everything
All black everything
All black everything
All black
No landing, geared up for arrival, nowhere to arrive to
The subject seems upset by that
said it by mistake
My t-shirts make more money than your mixtape
I tell a boy Boy Better
Know it’s money making season
I book a flight to New York for no
choppin'
Smokin blunts with my boy Sad Hawkins
Already though know how I'm talkin'
Twenty fours
Twenty threes
Maserati ain't got no keys
Fat ass pussy
Leavin the cut in a rage
Loadin up my mac, goin to my crib, to get my 12 gauge
One of my boys just got shot, huh
Fuckin around, in that million
cheaper by the batches
Way before the days of track streams
And the datpiffs
Socials weren't go make em gravitate
Talent was the magistrate
My hooks
things
In lonely games
I'm saying bollocks to enough things
Like fuck this and fuck that
So trust this
My attitude it be stinking like what black
nigga that done been around the world sixty-one times (I want you for very long)
Coke Boy, baby
I was pushing that H by the izzo (by the izzo)
I was
on 'em
Dope money with a band on it
Half gold, we got a hand on it
D-boys still ball the same
Just gotta little bit of glam on it
Yah
I got flames
Yeah
I be in my own zone rollin up the OG
Wet up my black wit that codeine
A nigga been loaded low-key
Gettin to it just me and my homies
Aint nothin
[Mia X]
Woke one morning, tears in my eyes
The feds kicked in the door and caught me and my baby by surprise
He got high, but they didn't find no
Like a scratched cd, my life skip a beat
Crushed up Pills cheap thrills and nicotine
Faygo dreams black hole start to open under me
Lucid dreams
the key
Open your heart with the key
One is such a lonely number
Ah, ah, ah, ah
Open your heart, I'll make you love me
It's not that hard, if you
the key
Open your heart with the key
One is such a lonely number
Ah, ah, ah, ah
Open your heart, I'll make you love me
It's not that hard, if you
you looking from a distance
As I passed by
I would have scared myself
Can you even ever hear me
Or am I only disappearing
Lonely boy all alone with
energy that is a remedy, hey yo listen here bro
Stay away from me
Please stay far away from me
Leave me by my lonely
Just let me be
Stay away from
was lonely
I be alone, I don't hang with homies
Cant trust niggas, cant trust bitches
Don't hit my phone these niggas phony
Playing games like Sony
It
If y'all know me
You know my story been crazy
Story of a boy
Born inside a tornado
Torn apart by all the
Wars that have reigned down
But by the force
tryna sell a cd black
Black black kid two kicks tryna sell a cd
Black black
Black black (Black, black)
and buying keys on consignment
I'm about to buy a lab and purchase me a lion
Drug money, it sucks, I'm in the lux, drunk as a fuck
Dick all hard, bitch ass
I ain't famous
Tell a man don't try and get in my way
'Cos I will put 'em all down
Got big lyrics in containers
Yeah, my name's Eski
I was a young boy
deficit
How def is it?
Even when I'm filthy I'm not the feel guilty type
When the Cal see em
Bet you black is turning milky white
This ain't a title fight
I
Amy
Post turbo, bout to get that bitch painty
Lucky Luciana a.k.a. Piano man, used to play with keys
3 or 4 peas, purpose sack luch, oxis
These ol'
smell me
Shouts out to my nigga Laurie
I'll never take another man's glory
Shit don't mix like Shaq and Kobe
Now you know me, I be low key
On these
shit is looking weird to me
And I'm riding on that lonely road you was right girl I been wrong before
And imma always be that lonely soul
Cause I'm
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