Lyrics:
superstition
could cause their downfall?
a stage without players
no empty, vain prayers
the words sustained them
the works entertained them, can’t mute outside
Over treetops and corn
And into the splendor,
Who may guess them,
Who may catch up with them?
Thoughts sway,
The night is mute
Thoughts run
down by the ocean
(Ocean ocean)
All the fellas be sweatin', goin' out of they minds
'Cause them girls be so fine down south in the summer time
Halter
a nigga overseas, uh
Kind of swag that's passed from your mom and dad
Prada bags and we cheesin' on them Calvin ads (yeah, yeah)
Might've peeped
Thirty clip hangin' low like my thang (grrah, bah)
Been sippin' drank so my voice a lil' strained
Okay cool, bitch, go get hit by a train (bitch, get
and Mr
Sell-the Thing? Clearly they
Are irreconcilable
But the key is to mute them both
A few keys on muting the emotions:
Get paid
(a salary) Most
in the flick called "Juice"
Cock is longer than the hat worn by Dr. Seuss
Love a girl in Daisy Dukes like them kids called Duice
Gets paid to sex
dead and sleeping.
Or I'm alive not breathing.
Or I'm on mute not talking to you.
Pry this wish from my cold dead hands.
My lifeless body will point you
they get their nutrition
Ain't nobody with me, there's no competition
I give them the work then collect my commission
They work for me
I just tell them
to me, (yeah)
The opps talking crazy,
Cool make sure you bring them to me, (bow, bow, bow)
Don’t get me lit the Remy be bringing the demons to me, (facts)
misuse it might be
aim & miss you unlikely
my freestyles are so pricey
any issues, Find me
birthed these mutes like i'm Kylie
war with them like i'm Kylie
upon his back
A small boy by the hand
The three of them were dressed in rags
And thinner than the air
And all six eyes stared fixedly on you
A small boy by the hand
The three of them were dressed in rags
And thinner than air
And all six eyes stared fixedly on you
[Chorus]
The father's eyes
on the floor
Like ashes that fly back into the face him who throws them
Our trust in them came back hitting us hard in the face
So incompetent, one by one they
I had to fight for my life by giving out death
It might not sound right, ill choose when im laid to rest
Take flight im out of sight, leave them cold
As long as you got life and health
Who gives a fuck about the [?]
Thee can be anything just be yourself
But make sure your family fine
'Cause them
y'all, while you hope the don fall
But I'll come inside the tunnel, nigga, wit pope john paul
Yo, them niggas on the wall frontin', they ain't no harm
nuisance[00:38.70]I cannot stand this woman's stupidity[00:40.07]Can't do shit she has inability[00:41.33]Punched by your sis got hit with the fists[00:42.76]Powder is
Thoughts of a Villa
Started on the corner
G pack seller
Getting stacks cheddar
With all my niggas
My mindstate was 98
Moving in and out the tri-state
too[01:18.62]Follow the clouds, follow them soon[01:21.39]Talking about days and more[01:24.05]Stories of you, of me, of their
this Shit
Pourin wok inside a limeade
I don’t even know how I did this Shit
Bitch is 5,2 money 9,8
I don’t even know I did this Shit
How do you do
by his slouching[00:57.60]Could not see with his bitch on top[00:59.52]So I got the TV mounted[01:00.98]Got CC on my belt so of course she undone
overworked and overwhelmed[00:54.98]By the city smog of LA[00:57.69]All day, I lay[00:59.91]Under the financial decay of myself and society[01:03.04]Hit
I pace all day around here[00:18.52]The residence inside my head[00:21.92]Nice views and nice surroundings[00:25.64]Clouded by the words you've
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