Lyrics:
the bigger person, just barely by an inch, tuftey
Pulled up in that bulletproof
Got ya bitch screaming like pac back
No coupes, only big bodies
So my rooftop
on this one check the lines(check am)
Say you want judge this book by e tear tear cover(why nor )
Got a blemish to my name but shine like no other(other)
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[Geechie Suede]
I ski in Switzerland
I was young when my daddy told me I had an old soul
He blessed my ears with a story foretold
He said kids are being raised with a new algorithm
No
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I ski in Switzerland
Down in morocco gamblin', handlin'
B.I.
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[Geechie Suede]
I ski in Switzerland
Down in
Bitch I'm feeling wavy feelin'
Faded from Promethazines
My bitch shining brightly just like
Diamonds call her Tiffany
Xanax by the handful, change
to the grade in the evening
They take the chill away fine.
Cut the telephone line and the story's the same.
There's a worn red chair by the window
That we found
epiphany, used to play The Gallery for fitteds and cake from Tiffany's
Now I see what was meant for me
Dawg, I keep my shit with me
You can cross the line
their tracks
But we ain’t gonna waste ‘em on you
Don’t talk to me like I’m Tiffany
Read the room ‘fore you cross the line
Just because she pats you
of em
All this envy inside em you know me shit I had to put the lil test on em
I remember shit back in the day getting bullied by bald head Tiffany
Now
running out of bars I got the ammo
The way I'm shooting all this shit I feel like Rambo
Nah, let me get into my real shit
No corny lines just to pay
A method to madness
The R&B vibes that I'm giving, that be from my heart
But the rap is the magic
I get stories from going to addy's, I add it up quick then
Make the gyaldem sing for me
Peng ting named Tiffany
She said that she’s into me
Wine ya waist come get with me
Whoa, I ain’t got no time
Can I take
feeling groove baby, you're my groove
Am getting bored, baby please tell me some story
Am getting lost, baby, don't leave me being lonely
Am getting bored
I been cornered by my demons like we coexist
I been tryna get it right but what life is this
Pay your bills and got work for your wife and kids
Do
blue Mercedes
I hit up Tiffany for Tiffany for you my lady
Deflated heart caused by cheating and I ain't talking Brady
Slim shady I'm on my 8th mile
to the grade in the evening
They take the chill away fine.
Cut the telephone line and the story's the same.
There's a worn red chair by the window
That we found
Broken bones and broken strings
Lonely homes and lonely dreams
I don't know how to sing anymore
Recollect my thoughts of you
Breakfast at Tiffany's
Surprised by my timing, the games all mine
Dreaming, screaming, man the games all mine
Inspiration in my lines, they all rise from the crime
My shine, in
And he said something that stuck in my mind
He said the story of your life is in your face
It's written there in little subtle lines
The story of your
Now to our special report around the world
Many nations face corruption in the US
Police often tell themselves a story about
America being
on the grate in the evening, takes the chill away fine,
Cut the telephone line, the story's the same.
There's a worn red chair by the window that she found
glorious line
I was safe and warm
And now I'm out in the cold
And I know I shouldn't have told my story
Story of a heart
I laid myself open wide
Yet
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