Lyrics:
spoke on the phone
Some say it's overblown but she don't give a damn
All the black girls think that she want they man
But it's not your fault they
and white
Someone handed me a cigarette
They offered me my last request
I asked my moral soul be blessed
By someone close to me
I came to him with
diamonds, get you a plain jane
Baby, your love like cocaine, tell 'em I want the whole thing
Off-White on my offseasons, can't take no break, we gon' run
a promise and a threat
You can stand for the anthem
Say you’re honoring the vets
Put your mononym on every gaudy monolith and jet
But you’ll always only ever
[TS]
Come one, come all where the views astound
From the mountains, rivers, lakes
And the Puget Sound
It's a sight to see
Where I've thrived
your fault
It's your fault I am worth all my salt
There's no need
There's no hunger
White leather sheet
You're a costume undercover
Someone's skin
BF
You was there like you ain't see my DM, now I'm in your CF
Knowin' you gon' need me but you skipped me, had to wait and learn
Your fault you
with showing your lover your scars
Is that everybody's lover is covered in scars
So, give me one fine day of plain sailing weather
And I can fuck up
It's unfair
It'ts not fair
I don't wanna wake up if you're not by me
Know he hurt your heart pretty girl he's not like me
I tell you that I love you but
the basic
Long as your dip is official, if we're twistin' you lace it
Spit it amazin' when I'm layin' the mack game
I could, put 'em in chains and give 'em
to the earth
By this crimson thread
This poison in a drip
Death by a religious dread
It's not my fault any more
It's not my fault any more
It's not my fault any
the white man's tide
Oh Chief Seattle
You worshipped the stars and the sun
Searching the plains not for your gains
But for peace without having to run
Yes
the basic
Long as your dip is official, if we're twistin' you lace it
Spit it amazin' when I'm layin' the mack game
I could, put 'em in chains and give 'em
fiz-ind out?
How can ya fuck a playa, playa haters better listen close
If you try to buck me, bitch, I'm outie with your fucking soul
Yes, the devil's
See Antelopes they roam the plains
And scape goats take despicable claims
Just it's not all your fault, but stay salt
Keep the flavor
And savor
Stay
His arched neck was hidden by a thick, flowing mane
And they called him Patanio, the pride of the plains
The country was new and the settlers were
(Sign here)
(Here)
(And uh here)
(And initial here)
(Good)
Dinner party at sins table
Nights host was so pale and plain
He said, run the game boy
prices climbing
There's no sympathizing with h-s like f-ing Cardi B
Been rapping prophecies but your fact's a comedy
Your status parked South, you react
here nor there
12 shows, once a month
I’ve been coming out every year
Blurred by things that once was clear
Or so I thought
It’s my fault
Listening
and don'ts.
He could excuse himself but he won't
And I'm sorry if we busted up your party.
Yes, there was a girl in his life, and then some!
He was had by
more
Bring me down then tell me about the dark side yeah
Show me love then stab me in the back now yeah
I know its not your fault
You do what you know
discuss you
It's all a game
I've watched you gain
Forgive me if I'm brash
While I place blame
It's all your fault
It's oh so plain
No random charge
so they can get some Nike’s and some plain white Ts
When they see you man they ask you what’s your body count
You like 5 6
Nigga I’m 10 12
On the route
Frozen, as the time just passes by
Have to sing the freedom cry
Of the one who holds you here
Chosen for a life you never called for.
As your body
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