Lyrics:
give it up
I like the way you honestly know that this is
The only real love scene
I'll see it in you by the person you are in me (and you forever)
too, I'm so Hollywood
Feeling like a fortune are these diamond from heaven
Or where they made to deafen me and leave me begging
Shotgun to the face,
If I put this juice down, would you love me
If I put this juice down, would you love me, right
You say you love me, but it don't look right
If I put
someone like this
Had her legs up, tied up to the sky too
Shit was so wet, told me she was shy too
But I fucken love it
If I fellback wtf that's nothing
the room shaurtys stop and stare
niggas start to hate rearange they face
but little do they know i keep them things by waste
side i reply nobody got to die
losing
I don’t know if they love or they hate me I swear to god man this shit is so confusing
the struggle you know I been through it
Let’s do it
depravity in humanity is common
Why do we love to hate?
This insanity, now embedded in our hearts
We have eyes, but we cannot see
Surrounded by our own
tricks on me, I'm trippin' (Thought I was trippin')
And I always speak my mind, I'm so 'pecific (So 'pecific)
I see this brother shit we doin', this shit
is passing by
I will follow
Wherever you are
And I'll fall in
I was 18 you daydreamed I'd be a star
Making flights out to Hollywood, she my boulevard
because I love the hustle more than all the things in stores
Survived with survivors guilt
Wish my cousin was here for it by me still
I wish for my fam what
the crowd
You’re living like you’re in Hollywood, but you’re evicted from the neighborhood
Victims of hatred and lust bound by our own design
Vile fucking
the racists
But if you show me hatred or hate me by any means
I'll take this thing up off safety, don't ever tempt me
Cause i gotta itch in this trigger finger
leaking off a young n**** by plot like it's a prophecy (Yah)
Sick and tired of apologizes, bitch I'm on mom proud of me (Aye)
Hating n***** hate to see it,
particular
It always seemed to be this way
Tuning up andputting out setlists
Of all the stupid songs that musicians hate to play
Still it could be better
Uh, close your eyes
So watch 'em do the Macarena, somewhere out by Pasadena
Love a drug that everybody here just tryna get a taste of
You
chains
I am inhumane, and I do, not feel pain
Friends with the undead
If you dare, come try me
I got an AK, bullets dipped in full hate
Only want,
To a business buying
Cos im way too fuckin proud of
What i make thats mine
After this im taking time off
April back to the rapping
Hate my older music only
Ever
are threatened by an invisible force
The concept of hatred: both spoken and verse
Plaguing the people - it poisons the mind
Teaching to hate that which
the blood to feed my queen
My love
Undead, reawakened by the beast
Betrothed to death
Eternally
My valentine unhallowed
Oh, dark prophet
Return her from
it happen
It's West Side nigga, This drive-by is what's crackin'
And the corners is gettin' caught off
The funeral homes is gettin' rich off
mean, seriously, I'm tellin' you this is the first time that any of my girlfriends and I have ever met anybody really from Hollywood... I mean, really...
a cancer of this world undead
Made to multiply and kill
Drop the bombs over the hills
Send the innocence into Hell
We create our very wills
We distort by
of stuff
I'm feeling selfish, helpless, heartless, worthless
Not enough to be part of this
Be the start of this
Make an album for the Lord without some hate
Ain't no ramps, ain't no lifts
Ain't no shit bag, you the shit. Not a pot or pan to piss
Just a six by nine grave in this rent-free bitch
Put a welcome
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