Lyrics:
away
I should ask a choir, "What do you require
To sing a song that acquire me to have faith?"
As the record spin I should pray
For the record I
The mundane that's laid in front of me
Sorry but I just can't live that way
I'd rather keep making art by painting the walls with my brain
So everyone to see
o'place it was
Before it got "discovered" by the kind o'
Cat that knows the earth belongs t'him
Back when the world was young
An' man was a living god
nothing by my own
None of my works, I'm dead in sin all right down to my bones
And I thank you God for your mercy on me that You have shown
I've got them 5
Everything that I do
Is pura vida
I got a chick giving me head
I'm pura vida
Got margaritas, chilling with Maria
And when I'm hitting her good
She saying pura
that I'm tryna run away, from
But I'm numb
To most of my emotions
I got used to drowning them away by taking all these potions
At least I thought they
praise to the most high
Thank god I saw both sides
Dead broke but I got by
I’m still gettin it
All praise to the most high
Thank god I saw both sides
Pop’s
Awake in where i have been
Hauled-in inside a bounded
A slight yet deceiving and tempted once
While i got blacked-out
By this crawling
Stink
me away
you know that we've got history between you and me
and I don't wanna see us throw it away
oh no
On the twisting highway
headlamps
Where did all the good people go,
We got heaps and heaps of what we sow
They got this and that
With a rattle of tat
Testing, one two
Man what you
Where did all the good people go,
We got heaps and heaps of what we sow
They got this and that
With a rattle of tat
Testing, one two
Man what you
me to ruin, yeah
Skyhigh off the air in the room she was in
Impaired by the fumes I don't care that I'm losing my head
Suffocated I ain't very in tune
Because we got history
You just keep running through my mind, I hope that you miss me
I keep on checking my phone, I'm hoping you'll hit me
I could
stop, grumbling bitch
I'm never, humble on mics I'm Bryant, Gumbel-in shit
Engine running, burning oil and now I'm, gunnin' that shit
Got your number,
don't want a scat pack, how much do the
Benz cost
I'm at the top by myself, swear to God, I live alone
Niggas talk about that Fah, I think that's
confess
I'm blessed and human, often stressed
Overwhelmed by the rest
When I comparing others lives that's when I cry
I'm nowhere where I wanna be
I feel
That's a recipe for lootin'
So I promise to protect mine
Got a TEC-9
Put the shimmy shimmy on the brake lines
And watch him stoop
Bustling by the crib
I got nothing to lose, I'm going all out
The deuce never stop, I refuse to play by the rules
Uptight, when you stepping into the night, right
Pigs
thugger to these old timers,
Run shit by my own accord,
I put 22's on that Honda,
I was getting that insurance money,
Then I took the cage off that
my gun got a stutter
Wipe out these playas like I'm cleaning clutter
Cruising through Miami
Heat on me like Baldwin
Breeze in my face
Now That is some
matter when I drop my shit June in December
Hot my shit June in December and I said that shit remember
Drinks we got more on the way Ayy
Pretty bitches
(Hook)
I got some but I want more
I want houses by the shore
I’ve had peace, I’ve had war
Don’t wanna see my mom cry anymore
I want plaques up
believe that his bitch was out smoking dope
Now I gotta stand on my own 2
I came in this world by myself
that's the way I'm gone die fool
And that's how I ended up here today
I knew
That he was right
When I saw you
Walking by
Butterflies dance in your eyes
And I've slipped away
Baby you know
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