Lyrics:
him sooo yeah
Drive-by
He chose what was best for his child's life
He got hit twice ain't see it comin now he fly high
Caught lackin down bad left his
Chorus
[Verse 2]
What a world what a world that we live in
People try to steal your babies and drugs is what is given
To a child by a child it's the style
what they be asking us
White Benz, black card, bitch better get your plastic up
Man, this shit is hella hard, but we never acting up
Live it up, hold
Lone$star High
Man with the plan, do you feel what i'm saying
And then its just like
And then you just look deeper
You know what you gotta get
So you take it
nobody knows what shape he takes this stage I'm on gets repossesed by vigilantes acting bored the mindless fan wants my dress and I can't tell which one is
Just for the child stopped by
Dear child...
I wish you a merry Christmas
All your dreams should be fulfilled
Let me give you this present
To see what's
never let you go
I will never, could never let you go
Cause' you are my child
Don't you understand
I am, the Great I am
And everything you need it is
is on fire getting high higher Gypsy child
All this pressure All this pain keep my game tight fuck the fame
All this pressure all this pain
Mercy
on the bottle
Drowning in your sorrows
Till you hit rock bottom
Tell me why are we
Committing self-genocide?
Entlek what the hell
Is up with the femicide?
Tell
When this is done
Will your run
Will you stay
Met me at the easy way
How can I love you
When you won't be mine
The easy way gets harder all
don't know what you mean
I am a child
And these thoughts are not something I do not but smile at
What have you to fear?
Yet you surely then know this
learned by himself what is to be a man
I know, he is such a phantom
'Cause he left me when I was a child
I grew up all alone
And I hope I won't hurt your
NOOK Turner Screaming Texas You know what it is Let's go
I'm from Texas baby
I'm from Texas
You know I throw the horns up while yelling Hook ‘em,
know who the fuck I am
Yet bitches like "This is fresh" Goddamn!
My lips is crusty, my feets is musty
Lift up my nutz, and my itch is dusty
I
know who the fuck I am
Yet bitches like "This is fresh" Goddamn!
My lips is crusty, my feets is musty
Lift up my nutz, and my itch is dusty
I
Tenement Slum
You Think That I Don't Feel Love
But What I Feel For You Is Real Love
In Other's Eyes I See Reflected
A Hurt, Scorned, Rejected
Love
only know what we immediately and personally interact with
As we are the absolute center of our own universe
This is where the myth of self comes to be
Got demons but I been a slayer
ERYS flex like Menelaus
They just need to switch their behavior 'cause this is what I call
Chase, hold 'em down,
identity
This is utilised so black people could be dehumanised
If you use a child as an excuse, all you do is lie
To yourself, kids are truly the root
to fulfill yo expectations?
Am I wild or am I a reflection of what kills and makes you anxious?
Worthwhile to bring this up, why can't we spill these
stole
You smiled at me
Like Jesus to a child
And what have I learned
From all this pain
I thought I'd never feel the same
About anyone
stole
You smiled at me
Like Jesus to a child
And what have I learned
From all this pain
I thought I'd never feel the same
About anyone
Trouble world, trouble child
Trouble times destroyed my smile
No change of heart, no change of mind
You can take what's yours but you gon' leave
this child of mine
Yes, you are
You're a sign, and you're a wonder, my child
Your path is ordered
By the Lord
You'll never stumble
My God upholds you
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