Lyrics:
Sike
A couple days past
Caught flights back to Chicago
Completely swallowed by sorrow I had to change the tempo
I couldn't take it no more
Tired
ass in a field
Girl it ain't a rebound if u drop a few tiers
Go the extra mile I be running
Gunning
Bashing heads
Smashing pumpkins
Dunkin donuts I be
pictures same
Just a different frame xanny induced coma fragrance coving up aromas I'm the coolest
Kid I know that's a loner trying to take your chick
I'm smashing the gas while I'm out on the road
I can't fuck with that boy cause I heard that he told
I can't fuck with that bitch cause I see you a hoe
You thought I was comin' with my old flow
Kodak ain't come to take no photo
I don't even pull up in a four door
I just hit a lick, hit the lotto
All
2
Sonic boom slicing the sky
Smashing all of the windows of the homes we passed by
If you asked me forever well we gave it a try
But we're on our way
When we're going six feet under the ground
And by that time all you live for is really gonna count
When you're on that podium, ain't no fucking around
pounding
I'm rounding up bodies from coast to coast
Let the blood rush in there's no discussion
I'm trying to function
I'm Smashing Pumpkins the last
Anarchist girlies
Supporting what you call "unholy"
In my mind, we're all in my car
Blasting Smashing Pumpkins and MCR
The GPS took us way too far
And we are
the wheels spinnin
I dropped out and came back winnin’
Yeah yeah yeah I’m twenty somethin’
And I don’t give a fuck I’m breaking rules and smashing pumpkins
that's flinging his fist to the system
Listen Atti if the devil tries to take Selassie
Put some you lose more blood than the face of Arturo Gati
I'm
here
Sitting at the end of the pier
Entranced by sirens who whisper "come here
"And lemme take your problems all away
You didn't ask to be here child who
a man but I "try too hard to be nothing less"
I've been spending everyday
Chasing circles hoping for the alternate road
Exhausted by my wasted efforts
Breaking down za get it by The onions
Niggas be bitch they ain't like that
Try to run up get ya life snatched
Fuck up a bag get it right back
Fuck up a bag
I can tell by the ring on your finger
That you must be in love
He takes good care of you, baby
You just can't get enough
Where are you now, baby?
you up late at night
But I'm sayin sometimes it takes money to make it right
To the racist white men I hope your bitch gets fucked by a nigga
I bet you
bout her pussy ain't wanna hear her rap
Spent all day in the field got to take me a bird bath
Op try to run shoot him twice in his left calf
I'm chasing
Yet I feel alright!
See the life pass by me!
My meds try to fight!
And I scream my lungs out!
In my cell, it's time!
Trapped in my fucking head
the light
Drop brainwashed facades to be beneath your inner self
Take a shot at all blessings blocked by societies wealth
Sometimes it takes a certain
more stress, then I can take
Why do we all gotta deal with
Bottling down, our silly mistakes
I know how it feels, deep on the inside
Can we move past it,
At anytime, you can fall into insanity
Once in your prime, now you're thinking thoughts you can't believe
Try to deny, but the truth will come
like I'm UGK
Asshole by nature like my name was Trae
And I don't gang-bang, I patrol the game
And what I'm representing here is putting holes in
orange pumpkin Hummer
Stumblin? from the Courvoisier, and lots of hay
And make me run in your place and take your pops away
See, they got niggas in my hood
like your life's a wasted wish
Try to take such a major risk, just to find that it ain't worth piss
With a smile on my face when I lie like it's fine
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