Lyrics:
along my way, I know
I would have left so long ago
If you didn't feel like hope
I don't wanna stand alone along my way, I know
I would never tell myself
Can I get your hands up in the air
You can wave em like you just don't care
I know you feel it we can take it there
That's the spirit just to make it
people tell me to medicate
Feel my blood runnin', swear the sky's fallin'
How do I know if this shit's fabricated?
Time goes by and I can't control my
to the brothers
Smile, you little human, smile, for you're sane.
By the way, what's sanity? They don't care about it.
In fact, they worry about nothing. They
people tell me to medicate
Feel my blood runnin', swear the sky's fallin'
How do I know if this shit's fabricated?
Time goes by and I can't control my
tunin' in, let me explain
You know I keep that 47, Uday Huessein
These niggas way too far, I played the game
And if you listen hard enough I say some
tunin' in, let me explain
You know I keep that 47, Uday Huessein
These niggas way too far, I played the game
And if you listen hard enough I say some
been that nigga
Planted my feet first my market way bigger
Hot boy I'll make the coldest bitch feel me
Put my game down cause none of these niggas thrill
(okay)
I don't dance (I don't dance) no way (no way)
I just take my Louis rag out and wave it round in the air
Take my Gucci rag out and wave it round in
(okay)
I don't dance (I don't dance) no way (no way)
I just take my Louis rag out and wave it round in the air
Take my Gucci rag out and wave it round in
Young Chop on the beat
Ay yo nephew
I think it's time to put some of that real sticky-icky-icky in the motherfuckin' air
But in a Backwood, ya
the time they wanna fight its a minor things
I could never be defined by designer things
Dont mean i aint working to supply em things
On me beef and drama
it’s 39 for a plate
(Thats like 16 bands baby!)
What I supply so great, but when it run dry you gotta…. Wait
Yo I feel her style but she smoke up all
Wa-ves, you say waves, I say wa-ves, you feel me?
Kaepernick, waddup?
I knew they was gonna do that to you
But it's all good, though
You gotta'
the room is quiet again
Ocean says the song "feels like a Rubik's
Cube melodically you want something
Emotionally rich on that
You know what I'm saying? But
breathe with no air
That's how I feel whenever you ain't there
It's no air, no air
Got me out here in the water, so deep
Tell me how you gon' be without
eyes
No surprise that I got you always by my side
You my ride or die, no shortage of supply
From the earth to the sky
And beyond
Time stand still
Romantic feels like I'm frantic
Exciting love transatlantic
Dramatic like the dramatics
Move like my whit automatic
Reoccurring like symptomatic
trapped behind a wall where they tried to buy some time
But the shaft it was polluted and the air supply destroyed
The only one found left alive was Daniel
I’ve got to say
There’s no better way to start the day than to go the Vic Market
Be an early bird
Bring along a trolley to fill
In your car
the silence
Time to crack down on the ones that supply it
Bring it to the light so we can start fighting
Fentanyl overdose numbers keep rising
Man, things keep
She said 'No way, no way, no way
It's too late, too late, too late' ooh
(Gimme one more chance, gimme one more chance)
Fools in a spiral
This is my
Ayo so excited to wake up
I Creep out my bed slowly so my baby aint phased none
I go cook that eggs and bacon scramble em the way she likes
With
thought she loved me
It’s weed hold in exhale no smoke just air
Alive in dream at shop get a 5 star here
Mates on neat cigg weed I’m worried rule in Pond
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