Lyrics:
Don't look at me like that
You know I'd twist your knife in my back
If you wanted me to
Don't be a hero now
Her lips were the last on your mouth
What
need
The best things in life never came for free
So I wake up every morning throwing On the jeans
Just to go and get a check by any means
Gotta get
the opps free all my guys
Pattern up stay organised
Feed the block stay fortified
Whip a 9 thats a quarter fried
Quarter to i just bought a pie
And by
the morning light
I got a half-pint of whiskey and a quarter-tank of gas
White lines in the mirror just can't hide the past
I ain't got no place to go, but I
could die morning next
And it ain't shit they do
Knife in my heart
I ain't healing no wounds
Find you a legend when I'm in my tomb
Voices inside and they
pay to complain)
I never compain.
When I get up each morning, there's nothing to breathe but air, (Yeah)
(And when I look in the mirror, there's
to complain), I never complain
When I get up each morning, there's nothing to breathe but air, (Yeah)
(And when I look in the mirror, there's nothing to comb
pay to complain)
I never compain.
When I get up each morning, there's nothing to breathe but air, (Yeah)
(And when I look in the mirror, there's
waiting for bread submission At five in the morning, the radio still going Counting the number of dead
Counting the number of injuries Counting the number
don't worry
If they remember your face, they've forgotten your name by now
Darling, don't worry
If you sleep through tonight, I will get us back home
in
And keep a candle by your bed
For the time is close its almost up
You better travel with a knife and cup
And speak your truth no matter when
Don't hide
CLUELESS. HOW YOU FEEL IN TIMES TO KILL WITHOUT YOUR KNIFE.
MEDICINE. KEEP THE DOSAGE MEASUREMENT TO HALF YOUR LIFE.
DETRIMENT. (IS) WHAT WE SETTLE INTO IN
didn't stop for seven red lights
I jumped into water that's fifty degrees
I've rowed in a kayak in thirty foot seas
I've stayed in the woods for a week
Dade County, nigga, mansions up in Tamarac
Never golfin' with the Trumps and I give you my word
Back to comin' out the trunk, chargin' 20 a bird
in my arms.
And I fell for you, doing what you do, quarter to two, walking with you, just me and you
Halfway to blue, happy and new, I will stand by
bun, it can be a knife or big gun
Some can see the sun going down, some can’t see the morning one
Death been taking many men down, coming fi dem one by
and torched many times before
By my closest people but my heart made of gold
I trust in God for protection He fight all my battles
In these wilderness it's so
to that boy
The water be down by the morning
And you'll be back to Illinois
'Cause I was born in the rain on the Pontchartrain
Underneath
got a wave we been
Chilling by the ocean
Now I got a big drop top and I’m rolling
And I told my girl imma
Be up till the morning
Feeling like I’m 2-3
First thing
When I wake up in the morning, it's quarter to five I tell myself something ain't right
First thing
I'ma do when I rise
Take a pen
the pulpit
I kill a nigga at the drop of a dime
Just imagine what I do for a quarter
Ain't no telling what I do for a dollar
Pop a nigga right in front of his
them bugs by my bed
They still thinkin' that we coppin' sellin raw
Tryin' to put us through them Rico and them Rockefeller' laws
I'm in L.A. the top
Punching my clock. Now I'm wanted by the manager
Soupin me up sayin "You're a good worker,"
"How would you like a quarter raise, move up the register"
"Large
knows how
He plats that Choctaw bingo every Friday night
You know he had to leave Texas but he won't say why
He owns a quarter section up by Lake
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