Lyrics:
Feel like I've been here for a minute or a couple days
I hope that helps to illustrate the split inside my brain
I never asked to be this way you
Split the sea across the ocean we go
No matter what we pushing
We get pulled in by the waves
Popping pills and bottles
Then we go our separate ways
Touch grass and breathe
We can barely endure it count days till we're paid
We are working for our health insurance
Waiting until the day we get medicaid
me and you
You got my heart with you
Can we split it 50 baby (50 50 50 50)
Can you be the brightest part of my day (My day My day My day)
There's
know I try, stand by, don't you know I try
Won't give up on you till the day I die
I've been around about six years or so, tried to stand up on my feet,
Do me dirt all by me lonely
Look here, we got to shine
Split the lick up with me homies
I'm at your dome piece, baby
Split your thinking cap
Now you
buffing the trains the same days the graffiti writers bomb 'em
Who split how many freaks on box cuts of a high road bellow?
Heads ripped! Watch red bricks
to be, by design, by creation
Siblings couldn't duplicate our relation
It's dawned on me that we are relocating
Celebration traded out for cerebration
They
outta college
Right as soon I started
Every day was at Harlan
Everyday we free falling
We was eating McDonalds
Fill our bodies with toxins
White boy with
You been all up on my mind I just been thinkin' bout our split
And this some crazy ass shit cuz you won't even my bitch
Told you wasn't gon work cuz
He'll wipe away all our tears one day
I know we get tired of the pain in the game
Keep looking to Christ your hurt won't go to waste
Life gets hard but we
generational worry
We worry about how people think
We worry about how we’re on the brink
We worry each day could be our last
We worry we’ll get caught in
bounce-bounce! Bou-bou-bounce, Bounce! Then it froze
Jump up! Hit a split, twerk! Stunt on hoes
Strike-strike, strike a pose! Strike-stri-strike, strike a pose
room for doom
Our old friend is at the door, civil war
We don't see eye to eye
Can we split the difference
Is joining the resistance going to change
We
featuring Mystikal Silkk the Shocker
If we was owned by the white folks it will be all good
But we independent black owned and making scrilla
wig split shit nigga what
This is bone thug
niggas thinkin' I told ya but we put it down like that
And whoever we got to fuck up to prove that
We do
and modern day babbles
Raw from Africa and golden ropes and sandles
By wicked thieves and vandals
Who man-handled us with leather whips and burnin candles
'Cause silver bullets turn snake oil quick
Yo pulpits turn backrooms where the spoils split
By the royalish, buying moralists just to erase 'em
Or waste
Real
The sound of me is real in your head
Your glance runs over needles and tears
To the horizon where there's no more rain
There ends the day
Are
Clair wig split shit, nigga what?
This is Bone Thugs niggas
Thinking I told you but we put it down like that
And whoever we got to fuck up to prove
at the mall
Had our way with the broads
Hit the rink but we ain't skatin' at all
Seem like every other day we brawl
That A.K. on call
When I think about
a kilo
Got my magazine like Benzino
Breakin' up bank three days like CeeLo
Makin' a movie, Al Pacino
Split your throat, it's like a free throw
Hop in
day by day
Play by play was getting fucked up
Every single mother fucking day
Hmmmm
But beneath the weight of the world
I woulda gave her my world
I'd
I'm Don Juan's reckless daughter
I came out two days on your tail
Those two bald-headed days in November
Before the first snowflakes sail
Out
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