Lyrics:
the vibes papers
So high, the spry gator might slide into ya neighbors
Don't start, you don't want the smoke with the man
A Colt Is My Passport like my folks
on the table pin you down like I was bowling
You know him
Always paranoid, and so I'm always in the moment
They always somewhere else
Hop on the road and get it
to the
Most high
I’m praying
To stay blessed
Up,
Carpe diem
Written in
My flesh
And these wings
To carry me
Closer
So tell
Me who
Flyer than
Him
Words I
and dark alleys, It's all whores
Like that good girl in high school became a stripper
Or passed around by all the hood cuz everybody been with her
She wasn't
a family guy got a lil baby my dogs high
Intoxicated on real shit, memorized what's my bliss
No taxi who gone pick me up, when a lil nigga life fucked up
I
room to grow
Straight from the floor
Hit em with an encore
Tell my story
Open that door
Momma
You don't gotta cry no more
God Bless your Soul
Swear I'm
music box I'll hide us
If by chance you find yourself falling in love
We'll keep the moon beside us
Keeping it inside, inside, inside
No need to run
prendrait?
PT pour la Grande Messe
T'attends l'gros chien, t'attends l'best, so watch out avant d'test
J'pas là pour t'faire la tendresse, chu high c'est
By ash and elm again
Beneath the swamp it will remain
Painted in gray and green
A ruin so serene
Til the next fool rebuilds in vain
She's back!
Pimpish
Jealous When I Ride By
Got Me Feelin Real Pimpish
Feelin Real Pimpish
Got Me Feelin Real Pimpish
[Verse 1: Lil Wyte]
I'm Feelin Real Damn Pimpish,
my heart light my way
Face the old legend the guardian of space and time
Living dead on black winged demons
Fly high to play with your head
we break hearts
And crack rib praps, take trips far
Shop at the gap, ten by the rap gods
Shoot the git, so I blessed it with some weed, bacon, eggs
and fly a ghost (fly)
Me bad fi real until dem eye ya close (brrp)
Mi God so real me keep me prayer close
A riches ghetto yute desire most
Get di
closer than friends
So I'm holding on, to the love til the end
Our skin is a sin, that's why they lock us in
The ghetto's saying that our kind just don't
high
I’m so steady epilepsy couldn’t shake the guy
You know you doing something right when you getting hate
And damn I made a killing just off a mixtape
Don't forget weed and rap for the gods
Pages that rewrite the holy karahn
Man I've been swervin since julius erving
Ready to rap now so open
spinning, gettin' nauseous
I'm on cloud 9 so high I start coughing
Together we're a promise, more silent than the motherfucking ground
So stand on it, be
pour get away
So on tourne en rond
Tous les jours s’ressemblent depuis quelque temps
Comme Aznavour hier encore j’avais 20 ans
(Mike Clay)
Get lost in
for doing...all the things that daddy's do....
John Colgin & Archie Johnson (ASCAP)
Arranged by Robert Metzgar (ASCAP)
Aim High Music/Universal Music
man
So proud.
Mama's gone crazy 'cause her baby's shot down
By some teenage car chase war out of bounds
It was the wrong place wrong time wrong end
meals on high floors
My man took a hit, couple mill in a dry war
Eyeball, John Wall, couple
Killers, they on-call, i
Matter of fact, scratch that
They
Your dealing with a southside resident
Yes im fresh as a peppermint
Its evident im so fly feels
Like im heaven sent
E town represent even thought these
with the chest, don't mumble
Squad too strong, One Wave, don't stumble
Every time I step on the stage, it's a encore
Never do a minimum wage, I won't
frightening how fears grip always keeps on tightening
Anxiety is never subsiding, like the high tide it keeps rising
Either gonna get sucked in or tipping
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