Lyrics:
quarters
Like I'm on shipment
More time preeing
The scene from distance
Good company but not Vincent
But me and my guys
Be the ones in the background
Just
butcher man can't do
Butcher man, in the morning, won't you please stop by my house
Butcher man, in the morning, won't you please stop by my house
I've got
to fin' to poke me a nigga
Wishin? I had a gun so I could smoke me a nigga
Sold my first five quarter gram pieces in the alley
When Bizzy had the Bondeville
He met her up in Delaware in 1937
She was wearing red lipstick to match her pretty dress
December 24th at a quarter till eleven is when he finally
a fact I knew I had to fucking run
Till I saw that morning sun brightest single sign to remind me where I'm from
To put that shit behind me to remind me
Aye Sevyn
I ain't doing nothing
But I'm sure you already out
It's late in the morning
So let me get my ass up off this couch
I know by 12 am you
Madison, oh
Fourth quarter shawty, shoot up your party
I'm a different man when I'm off of the molly
Used to take five Xans to the face in the morning
Madison, oh
Fourth quarter shawty, shoot up your party
I'm a different man when I'm off of the molly
Used to take five Xans to the face in the morning
stamping -- their warm breath clouding
In the sharp and frosty morning of the day.
And the poet lifts his pen while the soldier sheaths his sword.
I'm poppin' my shit every morning (poppin' my shit)
Then I go to paradise
Cough syrup got me dozin' off, I can see you in my afterlife (Wheezy
fill a nigga with lead
Took a kitchen knife, I'm finna poke me a nigga
Wishin' I had a gun so I could smoke me a nigga
Sold my first five quarter gram
daily in liquor
Could improve my desired vigour
Fucking with meagre figures
I stress and the smoke get thicker
Richer i could be if i executed
My plans
all night, egging me on
She cooking breakfast, bra and her thong
If I do her night right, top in the morning (top in the morning)
It's only real when
and so I like to be in bed by then
I must have read a while
The latest one by Marilyn French or something in that style
It's funny, but I had no sense
to hug a corner like a old deuce and a quarter
Till like deuce in the morning, with the old heads
Slanging loose quarters, this Philly cat back gatted
severed heads in a Skylark
Teenager was lonely, he lust for a life
Bad boy butchers his mother with a boy scout butcher knife
Damn, I need me a zinger
Miffed, other insiders are finding solace
Thought it wasn't ever in our
Quarters hoarding shiny objects
Degree in beeswax never personal
Which by the way
to hug a corner like a old deuce and a quarter
Till like deuce in the morning, with the old heads
Slanging loose quarters, this Philly cat back gatted
worry bout yours
How you still broke nigga sleeping on the floor
Nigga get up go flip you a quarter
I was down bad couldn't even get water
Almost died by
ordered to war
So at 3:45, which, by the way, is a quarter a to four
Somebody ask me for change for a dollar
While I spray your ass with four different
a disease
I need the keys to the shed, I'ma cut the head off
My daddy got a knife in there to cut lead off
How should I do this, what sounds fun?
I just sat
By four in the morning I can't sleep and I'm so tired...
Remember all the times I could've died I'm a survivor...
I hit you one too many times I'm
the morning light
It's after you with a knife
Our beast has risen just to drown you in your sinning
So stay afloat
So stay afloat
Dead by sunrise
Now close
My hands are tied and I feel like I’m free-falling
Through these strange times
Tried to call you up in the morning
But you weren’t around
I’m up all
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