Lyrics:
you can't hear the silence
Even when it's there. Like the wind seen from the window,
Seeing it but not being touched by it.
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Words sometimes
face with a Mach razor
Then walk away from her cause
I'm a heart breaker
This ain't an arcade or a game at all
Crossing me on an off day is like
Tossing
goes on
This shit got deeper, you was havin' my seed
I couldn't wait to see this little nigga look like me
Sure enough a little fat guy named D'Ryan
from my ears
Sometimes the simplest of things, people need it
But I ain't call back in fear of being speechless
What was I to put her at ease with?
I
to sing out of key
Ooh, I get by with a little help from my friends
Ooh, I get high with a little help from my friends
Mmh, gonna try with a little help
the devil in my head
Communication coming in
Too much that I can't communicate with all of them
I do wish I had scientist or engineer friends, let's go
Dear Mr president, I set me down
To send you greetings from my home town
And send you best wishes from
All the friends I know
In Texas, Alabama, Ohio
your dignity, and pied the piper
Shot by a sniper, Donal Draper
Split you in half like a piece of paper
Look at all my words just before I lay it
un hu, un hu...
My homme named Kyle lives up the block,
He's Got a big fat mom that sucks my cock!
Non stop, she's a sight to see,
A real sloppy bitch
to have cards and now we're playin' with swords
My G went from Blackjack to a black Jack Sparrow
I know so many man who got a case on their head
That
Been holding up for a little minute, swear this shit not easy
12 o'clock on any bike, yelling long live Easy
Tired of waking up, going on my phone,
All I'm tryin' to do is keep my pockets fat
With this pimp game, and these funky beats
Now here's a little story from the Oakland streets
You see,
to sing out of key.
Oh, i get by with a little help from my friends
mm, i get high with a little help from my friends
mm, gonna try with a little help from
My teacher asked me
If I'd be alright being
In a cabin with my friend Joe
Even though most kids
Were put in cabins
With kids that they didn't know
of that romanticized rubbish
We tend to fantasize and love it
Excuse my African French
That's just me giving a passionate attempt
I've come back from
owed to me
Come build with me, I do it well
Sphuma ver, from a little city that you knew as hell
Europeans greet me, je m'appelle
It was hard for my bae,
a friend like me
I'm down for you, so ride with me
My enemies your enemies
'Cause you ain't never had a friend like me
Nobody knows where we'll be
My
still live with the piano.
I played with that piano. Every day, I would drape a sheet over the piano. It would be my fort underneath. I would read
down and dirty, the ones who get it how they live niggas
My niggas with little dough, like T and Little Joe
Want to congratulate ya, don't hate ya,
sound fucked up but they not all doin' great
Oh my God please, can I have a conversation with a
Member of my family without it endin' asking me for five
a bottle of champagne taking about
Harry, Joe, and Dick and Bobby and what they ain't got
And they live down in the lower development homes, and you won't
the wrong tune make me
Pull out them instruments
I put a nigga under good car when I fire ten
Fucking with my bass I get it
Drumming with a nine then
Get ate
My hand of God's from the Bible Belt
My wave's so big even Michael Phelps
Can't swim my shit without some help
So breathe, huh huh, huh huh
You might
Seven thousand miles from an Olive Garden
And you'd probably do the same thing
Up in my position
But I digress
It's a pointless conversation
So we make it
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