Lyrics:
the street, yeah, yeah
This shit here gettin' deep, yeah, yeah
I got the pool right by the beach, yeah, yeah
My nigga said, "Fool, that's the ocean," yeah
I
truth.
Spin me down the long ages: let them sing the song.
See there! a son is born -- and we pronounce him fit to fight.
There are black-heads on his
the chorus
Never alone, flanked by our own
It's like these words were written for us
We'll sing along to every song, we'll scream the chorus
Never alone,
dis ya song ma, dis ya song
How you doin ma, dis ya song ma, yeah come on ma,
dis ya song ma, dis ya song ma, dis ya song
I go by the name
Plus the biggest smile that anyone had ever seen
Happy as could be, it didn't make sense
Cause this little girl was surrounded by silence
All through,
did it for ya
We're just too picture perfect
But I need a love deeper than smiles on the surface
Laying by your side feels a lot like running in circles
lose
I went from 0 to 1000 in some days that's the way I do (Way I Do!)
Go ahead and doubt (Doubt!)
My motivation put on paper is the hate and that is
When we bring out the gas it be stash we getting this paper
Cuz I get money and stay out the way
Niggas be talking they really be gay
Making ya songs but
Yeah, I said I wanna turn my papers into papers and I know I cannot fold
So that's why I gotta rap my dream, schooling y'all like a dean, these my goals
song just makes you wanna show me love
It's only love on the surface
I don't see the purpose
Kinda feel like I'm losing it
You better alone Baby how
People laugh and love and cry and I'm still missing you
The paper boy still comes around (the paper boy still comes around)
Just like he used to do
in Bedrock, surrounded by rubble
Just a youngin' in trouble
Took a shot and then made it a double
Took a shot and then made it a double
This that food
with a blast attack big bang
I'm reppin' flat earth gang
Trees in my pocket trees wrapped in paper
Nature's 'round me every day
Hate it is evil
waves a-comin'
Overhead and churning deep
Now you're stuck up on the reef
Bloody scrapes upon your feet
All your words are paper thin and in the wind
You
to stop
I'm a paper Chaser I'm chasing the paper straight to the top
I go by a lot of names who the fuck are you calling Stox (Nigga)
It's either you with
the bottom your just trying to see the surface
But you don’t hear me, do it for my family. Dead and gone
The ones that’s living say you got it baby bring it
the surface
If they talkin' shit we gonna find them in person
Lookin real tough? no they lookin' real nervous
I do this by myself, I do it solo
Ain’t no feature
of belongings,
eyes to the heavens as the night passes by.
I didn’t look crazy or sweetly drunk. I looked strong and decided. It’s what I want to be most
bait
And falling off her shoulders came the first songs set to fail
The bars she made to bend could slowly break as they condemned, derailed
All
the vibrance
I just - cannot believe that I haven't flatlined
I'm down by a hundred points it's only halftime
Is there a comeback brewing
Better run that through
electronic music
Songs like
Ligeti's Glissandi
Or maybe it was
Artikulation
I'm not sure which one
But I had to
Write a paper about it
And you should
Try
card smaller
Than his palms with grooves
On it's surface the
Street is quiet, the sidewalk
Clean as he walks
He occasionally slows to peer inside
The rhyme passages we're servin', snake, serpents
The soul purchase, make diamonds, idol worship
Heinous verses, thoughts dwell under the surface
You short
Shit is getting scary
So I gotta wake up
Me and my team gotta gets this paper
Same form the bottom so I gotta stay up
Cream is the only thing I'm
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