Lyrics:
my style
I turned her ova, she couldn't take this dick
While I was fuckin her I said you gon' respect me bitch!
The next day I told the boys, I got in
Or the boy left shaking and cold outside your door?
Do you remember the boy who fell in love with a girl
Halfway across the world?
It was just a passing dream
under my feet the boys stop for a smoke in the sun and watch girls cross from the job centre to the station a drunk stands in the door of a pub, a bunch
Trash Next Door
Indie Trash Next Door
Indie Trash Next Door
Next Door, Next Door
Don't want you, or need you
Forget me, I'm a reject
Cast my cards, I'm
boy
You know you knocked out
You do not wanna box boy
Everybody know that you a fuck boy
And everybody know you like to fuck boys
That ain't even
nigga" boy
That mean I got cheat codes
Guns sing like the leader of the Glee show
BAPE on the cape, no, I'm not a hero
VVS cold, no subzero
Gettin' money
floppin'
New shit looking like it's knocking
Rap game, not a game, well I ain't broke so it's cast off
Really I been keepin' shit a hunnid like the Cubbie
and I'm low on money
This addiction running it's toll on me
I wish I could quit, but it's not that easy
I've tasted failure, I've slept at it's door
It
it's over with)
Get up off your ass, stand by the door
You lazy in the trap (you really ain't sellin' shit)
I know I'ma make it out, but lately
I
I want you to be the way I want you to be
And when you're not it hurts me like shredded tape,
Something sticky for security wrapped tight around
Growing up on that whole crop
Closed doors till next time
Till next time
Farmer lover boy trying to find my voice
Farmer unemployed, Farmer by my choice
got a blunt then roll that shit
Wait a minute bitch, fold that shit
Whistle with, the hata next door on the side
Ima ride on my ho like a long brain
They think that they know, something 'bout my life
Not in the same class, not on the same flight
Maybe the same club, just not the same lights
a drone
Not a sleigh)
Facebook reminder, time to go out and shop
And your government's infiltrated by
Russian black ops
Christmas so white, like the nazi
of blue
How those eyes could flash at you (How those eyes could flash at you)
Boys hung 'round her by the score
But she loved the boy next door who worked
and take an ad out in the daily Politika
They says for a good time call this Ecuador slash Venezuelan chica
Next day at the airport meeted by a greeter who
chest"
But I'm not phased at all, I thought you'd know by now
She had become a nightmare, but was still priority
It's not like I had anywhere important
to throws you out the door
The mother kept on crying
Early the next morning the some came and knocks on the door
He said Mama get your stuff together
And why were we driving in a convoy? Who goes book shopping by convoy? I don’t read anymore as you know, all the same, nobody goes book shopping by convoy.
get caught fast i'll
Make it your last lie
You make up every single story
Just to pass by
You cast eyes on me and I felt harassed-by
Your last cries
house
Right next door
To the rehearsal hall
We were taken in
To a room that smelled of bin
With an empty fridge
And a banana in the sink
There were
there was nothing. Surely Shadowcast
was also consumed by fire! But that tale would not yet
be told. Now as each remaining citizen of Blessing was
you'd be back, that you'd never really left
Because love does not lessen by miles
it's not locked out by doors or walls
but reinforced in thought
The future of our next generation, they been established
Conflicted by some of the same patterns that had us
Money and social status, tell me what really
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