Lyrics:
lives together
Sure was gonna be rough
They never did like
Mama's homemade dress
Papa's bank book wasn't big enough
And I was standin' on the side
underwear
Boy, I like the clothes you wear
But I'm looking at the pool and I just think
What if we were under there in our underwear
Yo, back wheel
I'ma split it
Thought that I was going under
Fukumean I never fumble
And my shot, I'm gonna hit it
It's my life, I'm gonna live it
We going higher than
If you text me say you need me
Even if it ain't real, you're just missing me
I'll be on the way, wheels spinning 83
I'll be here
Spending time under
I die I'd make a killing (ah ha)
Me and I cos me myself don't get along
Time goes by why should I stay if we're alone
One quick drive two wheels
lives together
Sure was gonna be rough
They never did like
Mama's homemade dress
Papa's bank book wasn't big enough
And I was standin' on the side
by a generation tired of their lives
If I had a DeathNote
I'd be light your L
Solving all these mysteries
We'll race our way to hell
I'll keep all my
Shine on 'em Daddy
It’s the feelin’ you feelin’ when your team is finna be winnin’
I’m keepin' hatas reelin' like chrome wheels steady spinnin'
We
Sometimes
I think about the promises on coastlines
The places that we went to under moonshine
The ocean waves reflecting blue in closed eyes, closed
I wanna be involved to.
So I jump in my buddies car,
I'm ghost ridin the whip down E. 14th St,
But he forgot to tell me he didn't have a wheel
Pick up the slack, split up the pack (Pick any day)
Some of these some of these
Sleep through the night, a bumpy ride (Sleep it away)
Some of these
are the
We are the queer
We are the
Nowhere near
I live under the sand
I live heart in hand
I grip down 'til I cry
I wring myself dry
For you
I wish I
can't give up
Devote our lives to this
The future that'll be when we're dead
And gone sing along now
Day by Day, just love your ways
And Day by Day I just
If you got the dice, put it all on
Live by the sword or die by it but sometimes you gotta fall on it
Hey, ain't it funny how the dumbest niggas know
the puddle
That muzzle up under your neck
I'm 'bout to punish the summer, I got this bitch jumpin'
And then I go jump on a jet
Yeah, yeah, I live every
Born on the wind, cooled by the rain
Lost in a dream, no memory remains
Under the clouds, far from the sun
Tied to a wheel, since time has begun.
And two balls minus one?
Seven titles at the Tour de France
Split a decision with long division,
Take the circumference of your circumcision
Live like
were wrote on the scent
it's so sacred created by Lucifer slaves
Silent, secluded in secret somewhere in the swamp
in the land of protest a man-day
house
Thought I'd have it figured out by now
You say it doesn't matter
Can't live life by different chapters
Wherever you want me
That's where I'll be
spots never knowing who to believe
Gang'll turn op with the greatest of ease
Rather die on my feet than live on my knees
Hammers and camouflage vest under
Invoke compliance
Split for fire
By history's axe
That's when you'll find yourself
On the right part of town in the wrong dream
Sheltered from hell
Of our
homie 6ix to tell him I'ma need his help
I'ma be outside in five get the gat under ya belt
Then I felt the sweat from my palm on the steering wheel
I
The rhyme passages we're servin', snake, serpents
The soul purchase, make diamonds, idol worship
Heinous verses, thoughts dwell under the surface
You short
I care if I live or I perish
Cycle, inadvertent, psycho different person
Break it down, bear it
See it when it's barren
I don't need securing if I
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