Lyrics:
this division
Rhymes written to be hittin' like anti-proton collisions
Rap newest edition, bringin' the feminine in renditions
In rare form,
Gala or something do you
Know what I mean? Like, just a
Classic career moment, like, "dude
Machine Gun Kelly got wasted
And this happened" Like, just
Told that nigga cut off dread and ima front him
If he moving like the feds, we gone choke him by his dreads, have him running, running
The money coming,
sorry for losers 이제 날 못 봐
feelin' like Lewis Hamilton
우리는 챔피언 세워 대기록
이뤄내 vision
we're the villains
on this crucuit
샴페인으로 씻어 또 비워
We're doing freakin fine
the rest of our lives we'll say
Caught in this moment for more than one night
This is a feeling that's so hard to find
Caught in this moment for more than
the last time I seen chadwick
Projected right above home plate mad big
Protected by the people when no sleep from the pig
We gonna run a bit with this win
It
T Lewi
Fuck it tell em how you feel
When you know you kept it real
And that pussy still went fold on you
Devil got a foothold on you
But before
man dying
I'ma young sergeant, oh and by the way
I just beat my gun charges, lawyer like a maid
And just sweeping dumb charges
Shout out Jim Lewis I
hundred yards like a branch up toward the sky
The last tree out on Lewis stood a tall and sad goodbye
All the island mothers walked and combed the windy
I've been moved to tears
By the wonders of this old news
One of God's mysteries
It never fails to get to me
Is the moment when I'm holdin onto you
Calico inside the handbag
I'm keepin' the cat
I got some niggas in reserve
Like I'm deep in Iraq
And I'm deepening rap
And it's deeper than rap
This is
(Nah, I'm just playing
Let me get this shit for real tho)
I get money, money
Money motherfucker like I'm Jordan
It's the nigga flyin' foreign
Make your
the biracial advantage
Let me take you high, up to my vantage
Climb the beanstalk that I planted
Not a lucky strike, I planned this
I lead a double life like
Psycho
I'm losing it
"You like Huey
Lewis and The News"
I raise an ax
On top of your head
You make it seem so simple
Dancing on their graves
With
up (so high)
Oh my God, feels like a victory lap
Can I have that moment
Can I talk my shit
And they say, "Don't forget where you come from
Don't die
that every single moment is the moment of our lives
Walking in the darkness of a billion old lies
Taken over by a television feeding on minds
If you
to play me like I ain't Fucking amazing
This Leona this not Lex I let it go I got creative
Let me tell you bout my heart
And how these bitches tried to take
and no one seems to get it
Then every time you mention it, they stare like you're two-headed
But one day in your cubicle your idea really comes to view
a little something like this
Yes, here we go, on with the show
As the rhythm of this starts to flow
No matter the tempo, fast or slow
Get up and dance
me out
So sick Jerry Lewis couldn't help me out
Everything to lose notta thing to gain
Waitin' in your backseat, I bring the pain
Now your laid up like
influence, this Heavyweight weed pack a punch like Joe Lewis
It's infused with the live resins, I stay counting blessing they ask me if I'm high enough my baby
Other people suck. So, you're surrounded by other people, Huey Lewis is playing. Literally, Huey Lewis, the guy he's in hell. His hell is to play fucking
for Repunzil
I gets twisted like a pretzel these rappers cryin' the blues
Cause I make this shit look crazier than tyin' my shoes
People ask me do I
to the County with no motherfuckin' bail
4800 with this Crippin', oh well
My big homie Boy Blue snatched me by my coattail
He said trip Dogg, ya better get
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