Lyrics:
thoughts in my head fucked up
Got me thinking bout death
Like life such a mystery there's no guide on that
I'm so filled with this misery there's no
Talking about u wrong
Telling me this and that
U scared to be led on
Told you I was off the games from jump
You steady bashing
Tell u how I'm stuck on u
feels like this
However this may be
I mean
Wherever we are we're always here
I've never been anywhere other than here
By virtue of somewhere being there
Hoe-ish ass nigga, I'm just tired of this talking shit
Hoe-ish ass nigga, I'm just tired of this talking shit
Talking shit
Talking shit
Ta- ta- kin
you my clone
Might go out with bro, if it's for business, can't do this alone
Baby keeps singing my melodies says that i'm stuck in her head
They going
you to bake the cheese at 98 degrees
They get paid to please
I'll get paid to be
Music meant to be for the mental peeps
Many just don't get my melodies
Yeah it must be so nice
To have the strength and the time
To judge another human being
For the things you ain't seeing
Without cause or concern
For
playing the song and says the spice is you and me
Get Get Get Get Getting so high
Check this melody
[Bridge 1: Sonny B & kyte]
You know we I.P.P
Yeah you
to run by me
We count up a bounty
Put price where you lay at
I put this shit on my back with DeAngelo
Bullet proof vest and the crown came from way back
Said I'm back on the mic
But can you hear me
Yea I got a little close but quiet
So you could feel me No said
Come on Now help me
Sing on this melody
Alexandre the Great, Alexandre le Grand
Staying up all night in my crib Tryna write bars then dip this music
Ting is a must and passion No problemo,
them there to 'Say Yes' like Floetry
The clique that I oversee ain't impressed by ya poetry
You're the place you're supposed to be
You ain't ain't comin'
There must be something in your lies that I'll believe
I'll stare into your pretty eyes and be deceived
The truth is there and I'm aware of this
Those chords that you play
Those words that you sing
Those melodies oh my
They bring me to a place
Got me thinking bout
Home, again
Home again
left your faggot ass face down
Lucky that you breathing, but you dead from the waist down
The fuck is on your mind? Talking that shit that you be
gotta make it I swear I'm in a lost place
Growing up had to be home by the street lights
Momma didn't want me fucking with the street life
Breaks my heart
gotta make it I swear I'm in a lost place
Growing up had to be home by the street lights
Momma didn't want me fucking with the street life
Breaks my heart
friends with con men, talking to freaks
That's your life and you live it fast
Getting cash? Must be in the stash
Just askin' 'cause in case you wanna go
switch off and go in a daydream
In this head my thoughts are deep
But sometimes I can't even speak
Would someone be and not pretend? I'm off again in
switch off and go in a daydream
In this head my thoughts are deep
But sometimes I can't even speak
Would someone be and not pretend? I'm off again in
leave no traces
niggas be talking bout my chicks around the globe
natural nouns in the eyes, diamond verbs in the lows [hip hop]
many stories told, a lot
Here comes Mr. Misery
He'll never be any good with a mouth full of gold and blood
He's contemplating murder again
He must be in love
[Chorus:]
The time has come for bed
Come now, you need your rest
The Moon’s rising high, so soon say good night
With this melody tucked in your head
A long,
so I hear you
Very clear this pretty ass white boy
He doesn't deserve to be here
How did he get to this place?
This pretty ass white boy in a silk
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