Lyrics:
I'm a finish myself up again with stick and nails
Guts and syllable gain spits on you again
Just bet your two cents
This is only a blueprint
lies to
And by the time we detach the lips her eyes
Bloom
I see them cherry blossom leaves above you
And with the cherry blossom scent there's rain too
level with kindness
Saved by the bell
Can see that they spineless
Heaven or hell
Is based on your mindset
Look mind of a poet I'm isolated by overthinking
anything into her dreams wherever she was. A volcano. Two Jakes. A beach. Anything could happen if she let it. If she had the control. But when she thought
a quarter back like Russell
I can help you put the missing pieces to the puzzle
This that cold weather hustle
Better bundle up
cnd keep that stick by ya
As she was taking pictures
They argue while her homegirls stand
There giving their two cents
Figure I'd better dip now
Consider the vibe ruined
They move
de ham and rum
Chorus: (x2)
I feeling for ham
I feeling for rum
By whose home I going
By whose home I rolling
Verse 2:
4 PM done reach
All of marlon
dayz
Yeah yeah
Playing they be playing
I ain't playing no games
We gone be alright
We gone be all fine
I just wanna ride
Team all by my side
To many
can't see you through this dark lens?
You hating and judging, so give all your two cents
Minutes flowing by, getting kinda high
Doing random shit like
do,
I could be a good connect for you, okay, okay (50 Cent!)
Look bitch, he can't treat you the way I do,
Now lay back, Maybach '62, okay, okay
man trippin'? Girl, look we can creep on
Ya friends stressin' too, I'll flip all 3 of y'all
Respect my steez, I ain't really bout fallin in love
I
one two three four mhmhmhmh
First verse and you know it does not get any worse
I got my friends and my pals singing this to nurse
They wish our
Foil sacred soil, turmoil, blood boil
Spoiled goods, defecting livelihood
Wish you would, man up give a fuck
Friends passing trends like debris in
two-faced
Why are y’all actin’ like a buncha jokers
Don’t play safe when you ain’t got the face for poker
Breakin’ rhymes is like breakin’ backs by Bane
So
of the fittest, first rule of the strong I'm not made by Nabisco, but I drink Cisco When I go to Hardee's I always order me a Frisco Combo meal $2.95 Oh what a deal
this to be Your life?
Open your mind and open your Eyes
I'll put my two cents into it too
Okay cool you makin a cent or Two
I know you don't wanna hear
I'd prolly be a reject
I came up by my lonely now I'm a product of that D-Set
Two twelvin' with my homie, he caught a homy of that d-wreck
He said it
feelin' better by two and wake up by noon
And when your dreams and yer pockets are inside out and empty the visiting team is up by two
And when your last
Fab
Wanna mention him
He fell the fuck off, I won't mention him
I only respect one fab
N I'm friends wit him
Phonte back'd out
Niccas pump'd cents
On the day my grandma died
Fuckin' lesbian
For fifteen cents a
Day you can feed an African
They eat pennies
Old peoples' skin sags
Because it's being
I came to under a red moon
Thirsty for water
My eyes were like shovels in the soil of the sky
Digging into the night to find solace
Burying
everybody
I used to party on weekends
I used have more than two friends
I thought my life had more meaning
Now I’m working on weekends
Scraping the mud off
motherfuckin skrill
That any obstacle obscuring my paper is gettin' killed
For real
Chorus:
(scratching and mixing)
All I have is this small skrilla
Verse 2
so? Let's do it again
Meet another guy that raps now that's you and a friend
And two heads are better than one, you work together for some-
-time, once
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