In your room i'm in your head now can you feel it? can you feel this smelling your hair? it's okay that you're the answer that i can't seem to formulate
You are a sunset you paint a perfect portrait and with just one touch i'll be fucking sold i am a ghost i am transparent consider the consequence of
Open the door spit in my face get on your knees and bleed on me everyone needs to wake the fuck up and witness the sheer atrocity in the powder room
Blood's not enough to give to you blood's not enough to change your mind what's worse is when you're assured that this state could be deemed as something
are paper cutouts of what we'll never be and the sunset will not grace our faces the same oh no let's fucking slit our throats and save others the trouble
respect to To the man that's made a difference in my world And although most men are hoes, he goes on the down low 'Cuz I never heard about him with
like a king Fire's burning, flames are dancing, don't burn the house down low Heavenly fire only resides on an altar made from the ground Backpack's getting heavy
Well, well, well, well I looked over yonder and what I see seems like a chariot coming after me Swing low, sweet chariot, coming to carry me home Why
, trying to win like Steve Wynn Money long like Jay Leno chin, I didn't put nothing in my government I paid my bills in money orders when I was in the trap hella heavy
[Giggs] *Intro* Boom productions *Verse 1* Looking at my troubled life, Thinking if the grass looks greener on the other side, And God knows that
heavy in the game And we connectin' the plots, and we connectin' the plots (L-Burna) You see the connection when I be flexin' Nigga, better move in the other
Jackin styles you know, ski mask and shit I pass these niggas, they trynna do it how these other niggas did it Im trynna live it how no other nigga ever
, This particular evening she wanted to ride jets Even though I now shawty was bad news, I played it cool Vowing to never turn sucker like them other
up blood in my eye, a lead to fly Like fuck it, look how these niggas duck shit One kid hollerin' what lookin' up , he the big wig Fake ass cat, low
in on third With blurred vision and precisely placed slurred words we started kissin' Man listen it was like a scene bad B movie with a very low budget
to play it, that's (louder) Loud enough to turn your brain to clam chowder We find levels that others overlook To push and make the system overcook I had a heavy
me doin' a hundred miles an hour Through the city evadin' the Feds Started this shit called the counsel and we all made a pledge Not to fuck each others bitches or touch each others
