Lyrics:
children
Scrounging through the deepest
Obstacles of trash
Cause that was all they had
And my epiphany
Was gold they coulda grabbed
But yaw in Tiffany’s
With
I don't tell these stories that these other men do
Life is a bitch that's word to Az
First album made me fall in love with rap was Blueprint by Jay-Z
A thirty second story let down
The window just don't close
She says she's underdressed for summer
She's colder than she looks
Another night on tap
feel like Rick and Morty cause I wanna get schwifty
I'm doing 2MUCH like iustus mori
I'm living my newest story
Flow so bloody and violent
Yeah, I'm
He tells me to let it slide
Cause too much will kill you before you die as I
Color outside the lines but stay inside of my mind
I gotta redefine
inside the premises
Mind detect mind these words are so venomous
It’s just a theory I was told by a wise man
Stay focused on yourself and always stick
of the chaos, we find our form
With every stride, we break the mold,
In the midnight rush, our stories unfold
In the city of lights, where shadows dance,
around
And I know you sincere by the way that you sound
Like when I call ya in the mornin and you wake up and ya yawnin
but your baby's on the line
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
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
schemin' for Tiffany hoops {Ha!)
Yeah, her right there, Dominicans is doin' her hair
The jewels and gear, it's all there, fully equipped
Body sick, she
The King's Alpha out to Death Row
Who you know was spazzing at Art Basel with the Trill OG
Grill by Johnny Dang boy u can't get these at Tiffany's
Who told you
three-minute stories
And I die, line after line
'Cause i write, three-minute stories
And I die, line after line
Trying to see how the sausage's made
Writing
rhymes that outshine tiffany’s symphonies
Only mention me in a convos with godly divinities
Niggas put the pen down
Cause I’m bowling the boldest bogus
always on time
Missed call from a freak on my line
Missed call from my main bitch, buggin'
Side bitch in my lap and she tuggin'
I got a nigga in the mix
always want more
There's a thin line between hate and love
She's a demon sent from above
Saint at breakfast, sinner by dinner
Sundress indoors in middle
until they hit you like right away
We at the hide away all my niggas They gon' slide today yeah
They hittin' my line like aye which one of these niggas
from me,
Every 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
like they work on they stomach
She tellin' me that she love me, but my mama told me to never get tricked by a woman
I don't trust niggas who be in
In the right dress
Head tilted looking back
Tiffany's best
Lights up with a flash
Hand is on your shoulder
Handing you the world
World that's
own bed
Working all day so that I get ahead
From 8 to 80 miles per hour instead
Running like a race horse the finish line awaits
I am shaped by my story
second-hand obstacles,
But only to make matters worse.
Plus I'm getting pimped by this temp lady, Jackie,
From Optima staffing, figure laughing.
Shut up
married come July
Welcome to the Victory Lounge
Line 'em up; we'll knock 'em down
I need a shot of whiskey to get by
'Cause I'm lonely, and I'm tired
Pot
one, and one invented not by our venerable ancestors, but by a devilishly clever marketing firm, not to symbolize your everlasting love, but to make
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