Lyrics:
Stick in pins killing me slowly
To the President you say I'm a welfare fraud
you motherfucking right! Let's burn this dark house white!
the first time I wandered
From room to strange windowless room
My mind in a circle of madness
My heart like a corpse in a tomb
For thirty-three years I was
Life
Ooh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah yeah uh
Been always told to keep my head up
But three shakes just don't cut the cake when your
By the shores of old Lake Michigan
Where the hawk wind blows so cold
An old Cub fan lay dying
In his midnight hour, the toll
Around his bed,
tried to touch me I punched him in his lap
Five years old bout four years old something like that
Yea I got bats around my house in real time yea it's
feels like the time it just flew right on by
So baby don't leave
Thirty years old with a job and a kid on the way
Work trip coming up gonna be gone but
Waiting for my miracle on 34th street
A sight that I never even got to see
Is it impossible to believe
That I pictured it with you and me?
Three
a wide pic" (everyone)
Thirty-three people, only one had no date
My mama asking me why, but I felt way too ashamed
So I just lied, I told her that I
side-to-side
It bulges in the middle, sixteen thousand light-years thick
But out by us it's just three thousand light-years wide
We're thirty thousand
Undefined
Make half a million every year, I'm getting watched by the IRS
I'm deep inside the game while niggas still taking baby steps
Hit my
This old town is filled with sin
It will swallow you in
If you've got some money to burn
Take it home right away
You've got three years to pay
This old town is filled with sin
It will swallow you in
If you've got some money to burn
Take it home right away
You've got three years to pay
it the beat? Is it the rap?
Is it a finger snap or the same 808 clap?
And how do we adapt and get TRL votes
When thirteen-year-olds control
row, by the do'
I got a hoopty from this doofy nigga around the way
I had the fo'fo' under the rug, weekend ago
Three hours, I landed in the city
on thirty's rims so pretty (pretty)
Shut ya lil' Gallardo down closed curtain
Ya got a Murcielago I got a Mclaren for it
Baller of the year I oughta win
on thirty's rims so pretty (pretty)
Shut ya lil' Gallardo down closed curtain
Ya got a Murcielago I got a Mclaren for it
Baller of the year I oughta win
as the timeline shifts to
Eighteen-sixty-two
Three years before the Civil War was over, four years overdue
Which was only a hundred and twenty-one years before I
illegal funds
Why this stripper, she didn't let me fuck? Still kept all the ones (damn)
Damn (damn), and I ain't no sucker
House by the lake with
By the shores of old Lake Michigan
Where the hawk wind blows so cold
An old Cub fan lay dying
In his midnight hour, the toll
Around his bed,
thirty-eight by twenty-nines
And two dicks got these shits looking hella tight
I pop tags in morning, I pop the bands at night
VBS on neck and wrist man I'm
hand's always open, for real
Ayy, thirty-three years, I gave that to the game
Thirty-three mil, I save that for the ring
Five hundred weeks, I fill
kid Black is the only thing that could fuck it up
The purple top thirty-five smalls is ringin' bells
But I'ma crush him with the black 40 double-L's
Asses by Bukowski and i am laughing for three weeks straight
Someone asked Debussy how he composes
He said
I take all the sounds that exists leave out
your Glock hold thirty shoot the Curry out it
You ain't playing by the rules, nigga learn about it
Opp niggas pullin' skits I ain't heard about it
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