Lyrics:
Start with a fairytale, sing me lullaby maybe
Keys to my dream baby, you could be my dream lady
House full of kids baby, thinking we could be lately
a little kid with glasses in a twin-size bed
And your mother's telling stories 'bout you on a tee ball team
You tell me 'bout your past, thinking your
the zone
So I'm with my kids home
In a all black neighborhood
Maybe down the block from Meagan Good
But you better make sure
That that paper's good
'Cause
last year was a shock
The tone of the Popeye cut shook your butt
Kids are screaming; the media says, "What...
kind of music is this for you to dance to?"
bring
By now I just expect that
Got that friction. You can bet that
Just gotta let this little light of mine shine
Cause I been down but I feel that it's
Who's by your side, and who's in your bed
Who do you love, and, who do you hate
Everything was going great
Maybe if I was a little bit older, I'd give
thinking 'bout what happens when I die?
I know it's only human nature to survive
But I don't think the other
Kids on the playground
Thought about how
Maybe
it
That's called holding out hope
And for most of my life, that's not what I did
I was sure I'd be dead by now, maybe I got that from dad
Maybe I
the light is leaving
While the other kids sat rosy-cheeked and laughing, I sat in a corner spelling out sexual words in graham cracker lettering
My soul
‘bout what happens when I die?
I know it's only human nature to survive
But I don’t think the other
Kids on the playground
Thought about how
Maybe
I can't let the stress
Keep coming to my head
Maybe I just need some time
The more I let it rest
The more it manifests
And it just eats my mind
I
radical,
Addict, skill that brings avid adolescents to drag us,
Everywhere in there beats by, they be lovin' the speech I teach my beast I eat,
when
(Imma go) back to my past, back to my past
Look at time fly by so fast
Full of good and the bad, moments happy to sad
그렇지만 나는 많은 것을 배웠다
Back to my
one day he'd be detained by the police.
Do you still think he'd be afraid?
Mmm, I don't know.
Firstly that kid would definitely be freaked out that
could imagine, maybe my actions would end up wifing her
Love or lust, regardless we'll fuck 'cause the trife in us
It's deep-rooted, the music of being
a little kid with glasses in a twin-size bed
And your mother's telling stories 'bout you on a tee ball team
You tell me 'bout your past, thinking your
Beatin' on the ding dong all day long
I go around just singing this song
I got a gal, maybe two or three
Beatin' on the ding dong don't bother me
Beatin' on the ding dong all day long
I go around just singing this song
I got a gal, maybe two or three
Beatin' on the ding dong don't bother me
a little deeper to scratch the surface
Maybe then you'll understand your purpose
Now reflecting on the game kid i have to say
Much love to the one Jam
the ho up
You bogus running out on your kids my nigga grow up
For God's sake, like a wedding, cutting large cake
For large stakes let the hammer bang
lost and out of touch
I guess both sides don't fuck with me, so fuck it all can't get no love
When I was a kid I used to wish I wasn't Asian
Maybe then I
attention
You can't stop me now
Sometimes I wonder if it was all for nothing
Get up, hands out, Stand up for yourself kid
These years go by, leaving questions
My headspace is trippy
Trippy
Jesus come and get me
Get me
Shep please don't forget me when I'm dead
Mask is getting itchy
Anybody listening
Maybe
maybe 18 years of age
Maybe, maybe, maybe cuz my tracks are snubbed
By these blogs and these bobs that y'all seem to love
And It's not because I'm worried
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