Lyrics:
thing in my life, and I let it slip away I guess love ain't for me cause I make the same mistakes You can say I'm in my feelings, but I'm really in here
them... blend and mixes keep me hitting in a locale at ease
I'm from a large block feel like you pinch hitting .... Most of the time it was like we are
The wind like the ocean
Watch the birds they all surfing
Write by candlelight it in cursive
I so immersed in
How we all get lost at sea
Now I just
We used to walk those golden streets
But where's the glitter gone?
The times we knew, falling back into blue
From this moment on
We used
from nines to shotguns
And they'll put two in your chest and lounge til the cops come
If you ain't from the ghetto this is undercover
But in
depression like a pro and never fold like a mac
Me and capri split ways funny how things change
Gotta move from the poison die slow if you stay
Used to be in
to the hospital vestibule
Then maybe you can lay up, beef up
Come back from the mall, I don't huff
I only puff, yeah
I got some young shooters that put in work
"i'm a ship, i'm a ship, i'm a ship
out on the sea
none of my loves floating wild
come back to me
so i'll write you a letter, i'll write you a letter
to me that was the best day of them all
Sweet, sweet words like honey from the tongue
Yes, there was magic then in every song we sung
Hey, don't let
my info, and arrive to an insult
Lathered in bullshit my answers I'll coat
Wild and romantic, you can't quite contain this
All I can do is reach for
three of me to stop me but might need to clone more too
But y'all should know by now Bizarros can't beat the real thing
I'll be dead and decayed before
shoot our rivals but I’m idle
I haven’t touched the bible in a while
My niggas going wild, your niggas going, "Why you?
I never thought they’d try you."
I'm a tomboy free boy wild boy
Come to ammends with the fact that I'll never be your side boy
Fly boy fine boy mind boy
Pull down the fence with me do
[Takbir]
Aiyyo, first things first
It's time to shake ground in the eighth round
Box battle and break down
For the beak in the rhyme tone
jump in
overcomes the city of El Dorado
Mexican City that's paved of gold
Made sacred by the ancients in days of old
Brown pride, they got it down to a science
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