Lyrics:
the birdie's tail, everybody knows it's time to quit
I realize I'm living in the Stone Age
No fax, no cellular phone-Age
Pick my teeth with a dinosaur
without a chaser at all
I let the stones in my pinky ring talk for me dog
And I don't talk numbers with random cats in the club
I throw a fifty pack
choosing ass over bags (No, Ugh)
They don't know what they did, what they did, what they did
I done built this shit, Its brick by brick it's built by
And as the fear grows
The bad blood slows and turns to stone
And it's too late to lose the weight
You used to need to throw around
So have a good drown as you
i see is You
I look down all around me all i see is You
I no fit deny am
Say na You
I live by Your Grace
Oh by Your Grace
I'm all by Your Grace
Say
with America's #1 DJ, Funkmaster Flex
In collaboration with America's, pardon me, #1 independent rap label, Dipset
And right now I'm accompanied by
the devil's stare
But we move on like we don't care
'Cause inside this house of glass
We throw stones and we just
Pray it lasts
(We're throwing stones and we
Gotta chocolate bitch on my side she not from Willie Wonka
I'm fresh as a mint rocking designer I don't need a sponsor
Stone cold Steve Austin
closer to the stage,
Writing my own fate, turning pages, unafraid,
Don’t you throw them stones, when your house is made of glass,
When foundations fall,
put dick all in her spine
Goin' crazy on the beat, I'm gettin' paid to rhyme
Big ass stones around my neck, you walk by, they gon' shine
I don't fuck
Whipping up the formula so she'll no longer pass by it
In the grass hiding after all of that spying
Finna get her on me while I'm only being half as violent
tape decks, my own phone sex
Watch out for Haiti bitches, I heard they throw hex
Yo, Wu whole platoon is filled with rac-coons
Corner sittin wine
Heading down to the bar
Good thing it's not too far
Just a stone's throw away
Walk into a smokey room
No wine or cheap perfume
Just a regular day
Anything they need to know
Can you just stop finding more stones to throw
I think you’re just a little scared of it
Can you really see the benefit
It seemed
heard this, speed tap on your qwerty
Tell them relax with them verses we no longer need they service
Im filling voids with illler noise but we aint acting
blue
I can feel my blood turn
She don't wanna touch me
Skin turning to stone now
She don't wanna love me
Forked tongue sticking all out
Throw me in
ready pour it up)
She throwing ass gotta
Throw some cash at her
We pouring plenty bottles
of that splash
She throwing ass gotta
Throw some cash at her
on Tony so lowly but do not know (How you don't know?)
I been peepin' Ninjas thinkin' there's reason fah stone tah throw
Disappoint yaself when ya think
might throw her a bone
They tried to break me my heart made of stone
Gotta lead em I'm up on the thrown
When I talk to you check your perception
Empathy
worth millions
But I'm scarred by my failures so in consequence
No confidence
I wanna throw in the towel
But it's barely wet
I wanna take a shower
But I
else
Maybe we're scared to be alone
We're not prepared to throw the stones
And watch them drift out of our control
I braced my body for the sudden
broke em all down and we all got high
And niggas don't be trippin don't be doin no drive-bys
Cause we don't gangbang, don't wear blue or red
We like
murderous message needs an affirmative edit
While I’m determined with efforts to give Christ superlative credit
Demons know I throw dirt on their methods when
pass in waves
Only by shadows, we scatter on the ground
And all our words reduced to surf and stone
Wrapped in glass, I promise I'll write your name
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