Lyrics:
deemed a pioneer when they hear me
I'm going to create my own field of so-called "research"
And I shall call it: - Age Theory
I've cottoned
gassed up off the green
Fuck a girl I won't treat a queen
My life blurry like I'm off the lean
Long like a limousine, bitch!
And ur girl ride me like
completely
Your love completes me
Fuck my life up weekly
You don't wanna see me
Feeling drained completely
Your love completes me
Fuck my life up weekly
You
monster
The only one who sees me
I didn't ever mean to make you cry
When I saw you I felt so terrified (so terrified)
Sudden life and monsters by my
Nasty lil bitch she swallows my semen
I hit up Z-Star, I said he a demon
Thotty lil' bitch tryna show me her cleavage
Go super sonic you must think
She want that cake, that bitch look right at me, want me be her man
Grab the drac, put it on the seat, spray right out mini vans
Play by play, rack
and Bryce
My groove theory is that when you too cheery
They try to bring you down to the level they at
Well when they are all unhappy, then it gets
Motivated by clothes and the bad bitches
Big jewels on me sitting in the glass tinted
If I ain't making money then I'm moving too slow
How the fuck
You're no good
You bleed the signs
Cultivation theory, girl
You live a lie
Social clone
Naive and blind
You don't gotta lie to me
Just free your
A father, a leader, my juggling skill
Trust me, I heard you, that period fail
Love how I love 'cause that theory is real
Thought you was solid, but really
Who is the son of man? take me to the promised land
Where I and I free, Jah set my mind at ease
I stay cool in the shade even at 96?
You must
automate
Girls body building but ain't touch a gym
Boys tryna jump but can't touch the rim
When I shoot my shot
I'mma twist the plot
Then cut a check
Then
is my ball and chain
We singin' deadman songs, got a foot in the grave
Shovel hittin' dirt but I ain't dyin' today
Preacher came around told me gotta
It's time for a ghost hunt
To find unknown answers
Unlock those secrets that
Only graces Deadman's ears
I went with this goth girl
Ghostly skin just
shit got me antsy
Vetements my hoodie but Rick what my pants be
Step out my house I'm as fresh as I can be
In a good mood man this bread got me dancing
Hold on wait this money coming in rapidly
Baby girl make it clap for me
Then brody tryna hit it after me
All them goofy niggas got they hands out
Tell
I wanna bank account with six figures in it
I get jigging with it got your girl to fiddle with it
Make her dip like tyga did it
Close to my ear let
Due to loops im losing count of all the delicate days
I'm so tired of living constrained by etiquette's ways
Try to grow, been in chains by my pessimist
yo, go by the Jane Doe
Drenched in Polo, chill downtown in Soho
You don't know, this is just half my potential
Check my credentials, come harder than
of your disputes with God just fuels my calling that I am my claim, which is a word play
A word play with me, word, that another name for Jesus
We could go
theories
Concealed indictments handed to the grand jury
Get some money now, you hated by your own kind
The home invasion done by niggas in your bloodline
theories
Concealed indictments handed to the grand jury
Get some money now, you hated by your own kind
The home invasion done by niggas in your bloodline
the rock to me lil bitch
Cause you know I'm gon' score
It's deadman wonderland my place
The bodies piled up on the floor
Man, fuck the price
No look the tag
On the street
Yeah
Started of as a young boy
Playing rugby and soccer
Had this one girl who used to love me
Until she claimed I lost me
Meaning I ain't the me I
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