Lyrics:
ain't no Matt Perry
No Singing
No love songs
No Mariah Carey
So next time
No next time
Gotta focus on my grind
Yeah I'm single again
All up in my head
don't do shit
Gotta get back in the stu, gotta make it
Watch me when I make it, break the matrix
Watch me get a motherfucking house by the forest with all
once were seeds
Crack and fall and start again
Tides roll out and and tides roll in
Tides rolling in
Tides rolling
La Da de dah
Da de dah
Da de dah dah
Listen, Wiley
I told them youts I'm gone again
See the Devil ain't working
No more no more "vroom my long again"
And if I smell any fire in
breathe again
I can breathe again
Back at the mirror
Your good friend
Talk to the mirror
Play out the game
Stop in the middle,
I stop then
Look
breathe again
I can breathe again
I can breathe again
Back at the mirror
Your good friend
Talk to the mirror
Play out the game
Stop in
wearin shades so my eyes don't reveal the red haze
Caused by my yung, cause days like Frankie Beverly
Amazin em back it's tried again, no roaches
been revoked
Why’d you have to be so cold
Holding me back from doing my shows
Was on the outside looking in
Now I’m on the inside looking out
And her
the trenches, tryna change
Live by it, die by it, cause I'm stuck in my ways
A cold-hearted thug nigga, but quiet as Kep
They took a nigga out the ghetto, but my
Babies cryin' brothers dyin' and brothers getting knocked
Shit is deep on the block and you got me locked down
In this cold, cold world
It was
the ground.
I can make the lazy animals
tremble in the cold
and freeze the ground."
The Sun wants to teach the Wind
a lesson.
Just then,
a Man in a coat
Anyway
Frankie and dobby
They making they more
Of the sunshine yeah
Cookin' in the kitchen of morning
You see the light's just dawning
I'm not going
$hort, don't say it tonight, beeatch
It started on a bright morning in 1987
I was in my drop-to Caddy y'all
Gettin sucked by a bitch named Helen
Nasty
Rest in peace, Frank White, pink sky I'm Frankie Ocean
It's early morning, emotions, I need my Ibuprofen
Rolling straight out of my head, still
name across my window pain
But the frost covers it up again
When you were by my side we were burning up in winter time
But the flame's gone out now
cold blizzard v fire
And everybody knows that we don't fear fire
I’m standing on the stage and
I'm right near fire
Eskiboy, yo it's Wiley again
None
and just sit down
I live loud and I rap loud
And I stand by what I spit out
Black Race is on top now
Haters all in my background
It's sacrilegious and rap
jump, you say how high? Yeah
Just victims of the in-house drive-by
They say jump, you say how high?
Checka, checka, check it out
They load the clip
jump, you say how high? Yeah
Just victims of the in-house drive-by
They say jump, you say how high?
Checka, checka, check it out
They load the clip
out niggas' hoes When we was outside with no pole
Me and Brody pushin' cold It was outside in the cold
Me and Brody shared a coat When I was outside in
couple suited and booted
But Sammy stood his ground and asked again less muted
They laughed and someone sneered "Get out of here pikey
Appreciation on your
prepared in case it happens again
Cold world can't even trust your fam
Cold world so I don't even trust the gang
Over so and so, he betrayed his friends
They
of the physical discomfort. I would expose myself to the cold and start sputtering and freaking out, but I started in again and again with the 15 second cold
don't so they don't know what hits the surface
(Last night a boy by the name of Frankie Bauers was found in his backyard, hung)
Eyes open, barely
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