Lyrics:
doze woke but I still be on that nigga shit..
real solid figure like a prism is
Saxx made the call for me to move the pen
The mood I'm in
boy you'll
too much
But still I think about you all of the time
I hear the people talkin'
They say you're lookin' good
They seen you walkin' with him
Down
a
Baby by a Denver Nugget
You don't love him, you want security, baby
Your bugging financial liberty you're after
It's how you live
But the blood test
So, by the time I get to you it'll be all play
Dancin' my tongue around where your pink drawers lay
We freaks but you creep's y'all wanna peek y'all
You're so precious
They say that good things don't come easy
My god where they all right
Through thick and thin you see me
Still be dancing by your side
& interact
You can catch & store energy
Draw current - mind maps
Start exactly where you're at &
Then apply feedback
Life's a wellspring to tap
Still maple
abran, fuego
Protected with their pistols, ain't no substitute for NATO
Law abiding citizen, they got themselves a halo
You're kidding, shooting 50 cans
from your mental prison
Cuz you're spreading light like it went through prisms
Was never built to be a mechanism
Selling out for clout to get ahead with
abdomens
disembowel the banner men by accidental spew
True.. sickening visions of you through the shimmering hues
Infinite prism and literal juxtapositions
left you broken, tired, and scarred
The world evokes a shade of gray
That you've always seen
Put some prisms on your windowsill
Cuz right now you're
remember your face
Time has flown by
Yet I'm left with your vase
I'm dying for your love
Still stuck in this prison
I'm longing for your touch
Your left in
Trying to steal my mojo
Oh no your'e fuckin' with a pro
Who go for dolo
For sure though
A season veteran holy a (dobo??)
Come on now Judge Judy
Trying to steal my mojo
Oh no your'e fuckin' with a pro
Who go for dolo
For sure though
A season veteran holy a (dobo???)
Come on now Judge Judy
a beef nigga bring it on
Cause when I'm done it'll be my dick that you're swingin on
From the way I say my rap clear
I make people more excited than
by it
I'd like to be my old self again but I'm still tryin' to find it
After plaid shirt days and nights when you made me your own
Now you mail back
Blue jeans, white shirt
Walked into the room, you know you made my eyes burn
It was like James Dean, for sure
You're so fresh to death and sick
Blue jeans, white shirt
Walked into the room, you know you made my eyes burn
It was like James Dean, for sure
You're so fresh to death and sick
to give that good feeling
Where u got yo hands to the ceiling
That let me know that ur ready
This is only the beginning
V1:
At a young age A nigga
baby
without a reason or rhyme,
we're two melodies that intertwine
sun through prisms, scattered light on ur face
got me in love's haze
i'm putting my
robbery
Ain't worse than being pestered by this type of person
Tryhard children still throw tantrums
On their mattresses in their mansions
And pay attention
know by now]
You're a native New Yorker
New York girl, ooh, ooh, ooh
Music plays, everyone's dancin' closer and closer
Makin' friends and findin'
And the chicken tastes like wood
So you try to play it off like you think you can
By saying that you're full
And then your friend says, "Mama, he's just being
surely agree
That where You're meant to be is right here with me
No time for hesitatin baby let me show
You the way I promise
You gon' end up dancin with
dry out here
Request permission to put The Mission in action
Affirmative Black Sheep Five that's a green light
You can set it when you're ready
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