Lyrics:
waiting for me last few years been intermission
If you ain't tryna hear it I ain't begging you to listen
Split myself up from the rest 'cause they ain't get
I don't know about you baby I been on ten
Making these tracks again and again
Jesus He saved me died for my sin
I just been grinding where have you
it by ear my dear I fear
There is no real clear explanation
Or end destination to this information I'm giving ya
Little did I give to ya
But I gotta go
wanna catch this
One way ticket to paradise
With you right by my side
We'll be soaring through the sky
We'll Van Gogh right through the clouds
See these
The studio is the guest room
If guess come and I'm recording the sofa is their new bedroom
These songs be important (Honest)
When I make it and you fam then
a Rollie, whoa
I'm bangin' my chest, won't settle for less, (For less)
This is all part of my plan, niggas is lackin', I pack 'em in back of my van
They say I
caskets
Too familiar and it's so tragic
Trying to change for the better
But steadily getting haunted by my old habits
Voice muffled in economy class
Poison
tellin' him, pounce these fuck niggas
Beat by my style while I jump in the crowd
You sippin' that lean-it, bad for my king Rollin' up sticky, my bitch is
I'm wrong
Tell me we ain't living all thats written in this song,
When I was a kid I used to wish upon a star
Faced storms like a menace in the calm
why
Just keep it moving
Dancing in the night
And the Next time
I see u passing by
It might be too hard
For our hearts fight
Em táo ơi có nhớ đến tôi
blank canvas so here's the oil
Van Gogh hard in the paint for the Sunflower State til it's muddied in Kansas soil
Then wait a minute, let me get it. I'ma
that's an onomatopoeia
Driving a Nissan, I'm whipping the KIA
Niggas is pepos they searching for
Threat to society they say I'm a creature
Not one for
like the Infinity cause that's how much I'd cost
I like to wear white vans, not free candy
When I'm 80 the haters will be tossed
Bars stay cold like
No time, All grind
Fast food Small fry
King size Big slime
Gold chain. Big blind
No time for drama
No time for books
The movie is quicker
Call me
of the club standing all alone
I'm waiting on you said you'd save me the last song
You went to the bar to get a double of patron
One for me one for you we clink
So I'm just sitting in the van
Waiting for my friends to come
So I can play them all a song
That hasn't any words
And I've got nothing left to do
So
Combat boots and a scratched up record
Signed by the hero of long ago
A pair of vans and some torn up blue jeans
This is his world, that's what he
I've been jumping time zones, in and out of time
By writing songs and playing shows
And this time feels like we will be everywhere
London to New
to the greatest Pac Big
Coming after Empires like 50 lets Power trip
Flow's sub-zero bars are iron clad
Every song check my throw backs I been Fab
You like how
There once was a time when the country was wild,
A time before cars, and planes, and mini-vans,
So to move things from one place to the other,
To make all these bands (aye)
The trees got hella bands hella brands
But we know he stained em
Imma be rocking Vans under stands
Getting all the Cranium
and a pad
Wrote a couple punches for whoever took jabs
Get back by racking up the W's
Vision on lock with the tunnel view
Finish line where I'm running
Self produce
Meet me at my school
Let's record our song in my college dorm room
Beat'll make you sick, lemme make you hot soup
I gotta a little kick,
Wavy when it comes to the vibes
Soho nights Get numb by the light
You like the style that comes with the life
Duse straight and rum for the guys
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