Lyrics:
darlin' if you're weary
Lay your head upon my chest
We'll take what we can carry
Yeah, and we'll leave the rest
Well, big wheels roll through fields
been on 'em for days, wired and high on a field
45 and a shot, four or five other pills
It's just factory love, we get by on the pleasure
No old
to be solved
I got a lot on my heart, scorn the weary
Never believin' no woman
'cause bitches lie on the frequent
Live and die by this gun
Niggas ain't
myself credit for
& if I could now speak to whom I was before
I'd say rest your weary head
I'd say rest your weary head
It's been lonely
(It's been
in, you won't get no blessings
Street scholar for real, I'm not scared to get in the field
For any nigga wanna test me
Time is money, can't waste it
your attention
For no more than several seconds
With the minor hypocritical questions,
Let's say, I had to make an exception,
Where I complied
blop-blop-blop, I hate this trip
I'm turnin' the faucet off
That faucet's drippin'
Turnin' the faucet off
Tryin' t'sleep, I need my rest
But there's no rest
we weep when the weary ones rest
In the bosom of Jesus supreme
In the mansions of glory prepared for the blessed
For death is no more than a dream
all gon be scholars
They’ll be the best of the best
Been at it I’m needing some rest
Smoking relieving the stress
Forever strong that’s for my brothers
they autopilot
Wonder how this all started? 14 all inspired, rouge scholar
Oath maunder, aid from the nothing I done all this by myself was the only
to the cream
Gucci, Louie, Prada
Ball out Bal harbor
eight figure nigga
No I’m not a scholar
Drop top push start
No need for keys
Foreign bitch my type
the unreachable star
This is my quest to follow that star
No matter how hopeless, no matter how far
To fight for a right
Without question or pause
To be
we weep when the weary ones rest
In the bosom of Jesus supreme
In the mansions of glory prepared for the blessed
For death is no more than a dream
mind state deeper than the Mariana Trench
I, scooped shorty by the Verrazano
Took her home baby blue no Carolina
I let her ride up on this anaconda
Then
The Lord na my shepherd I shall not lack
Every other God out there na quack
With God by my side no more empty sack
Na him holy angels de watch my
you gotta stay
Ain't no time for to hop on a freight train
And you feel like laying in the morning hay
Cause it's time for a nap now, before rain
on the Carters
Ain't no slaves in the harbor, we not built for them collars
Ain't no way they could starve us
Gettin that green from the scholars? They tryna harm
talkin' bout my spot if
You ain't pay for the seat
Put that shit to rest cause you
Gotta pay respect fore you leave
My money blue
Got no limit cause I paid
to find your safe and happy place"
cnd we followed
We've always been searching
Since the dawn of time
For that perfect place
To rest our weary minds
for the dollar? My game is evergreen
They call me a scholar, the best there's ever been
If you wanna be better, better battle the best
My blitz game is
the heat
For the name Blue Waters
He's the largest part of me
Giving in to the monster
Holding me down by the skin
cnd my collar
Is akin to self-slaughter
turning blue, what's
Left to lose? I'll
Go if you do too
I work myself to death, would your
Memories be mine? I'm
Late to the scene, noone's
Waiting for
my zone
Blunt smoke cologne yeah
Pull up like a chef got the recipe
Best dressed no stress on me
Compared to the rest they can rest in piece
All bets
spoil a party
It's tourniquet by crochet
My waters break
Don't drive for pity's sake
Cos I'm too weary to rest
Since I noticed
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