Lyrics:
bed
My anxiety levels are enough
You wont be jealous
I don't revel in the thought of getting up every damn day
It's just the way that it us
Being
like Space Jams
7 Deep in a Days Inn, K.E. On the beat, man so fuck whoever hatin'
Rap rame Ryan Gosling, she want to have my offspring
And I just want
faith
Only two words Only by His grace
I got three words Love the Lord
With all your heart
Only one word
So you know
I'm living by faith
I do what he
your doom
Why do you write like you're running out of time?
Write day and night like you're running out of time?
Every day day you fight, like
Hohooho
Fokoo bout you
M3b3 me shy but guy I loose vim
Hohooho
Fokoo bout you
Before you love den take your loving
Hohooho
Fokoo bout you
Like den be God
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 as the building's crumble
saving grace
Grass stains and flushed face
Refreshing like a glass of milk
Your shaven legs were like silk
You kiss me like a bon voyage
A secret souvenir
Bunch of misfits like a TV trope
In a school funded by the state
Where
I just study all day, I just study all day
I just I just
I just study all day, I
forbid!
[01:02:00] Would prefer if you called me a brat
[01:03:00] 'Least I know you still love me like that
[01:05:00] But you treated me just like
from here
When every sense is in mono
Walk by faith, you appear
I want to live in stereo
I can't get there from here
Without a G\od-directed go
deserving
Da menya sika no metwa seven
Lord on my knees gimme blessings
Na me bono pahyew I'm not resting
Ma so y3 mr3 buh dey move like a tog
Boys de kasa
just the beginning of the plot
I will never ever quit
Just 'cause some guys like you think
That my music's shit
I don't care what you're thinking
'Cause
down my window
I'm candy paint with DVD's and PlayStation 2
I got a mic with a crown on top that say R.I.P. DJ Screw
But I'ma hold it down like it's no
trip... Trip Trip
Day after Day, we're hitting it
Just stacking up the Benjamin
We gats pull up a Limousine
We go turn am to company
We go run am like
Day by day, I keep on making the, same mistakes
I just can't get it right
Night by night, I keep on losing sight
That there's something bigger in
the snare hit the count as it floats by
With leads on the strings making music's so fly
When I feel like I'm weak man
I look up to the sky and quote John
like a curse,
I just wanna flirt
What part of "No" don't you really understand?
One-syllable word, old man?
You got a problem with my space?
Get your
All I want to know
Is what you hide
And all I wanna say
is locked inside
You got your ways to make me fly
I got my days just passing by
But I was
to the hurting(Nah)
I been by my lonely(Whoa, whoa, whoa)
No you cannot hold me(No, no, no)
Legend in the making balling hard just like I'm Kobe(Fasho, sho, sho)
I
for you to remain awake
With me like this, nodding time to time
And making that noise which I take to mean
Yes, or, I understand, or, please go
just to net
Work is seven, seven, seven days a week, except for
When you're tryna find things to do, other than sleep
I like I drive through
You can tell me shit went against death and I walked away
Working on my health like everyday everyday
Saving grace changing pace levitate levitate
a CRT
This ain't blu-ray this the DVD
She want a DP, DVD
Not about smoking all the green leaves
But we making green like its team trees
Movie told
when
You start stepping and I gotta change ‘round
Every single time that
I see guys with my three eyes
Please, would you stop it? Would
You just knock
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