I can see my eyes and see your lips move close to mine. Hear your words so crystal clear with your breath in my ear. Still So far away from you, it
i know the sink and the rot got feeling "is this happening to me" and i know what it's like to want to end it all driving home between the lines in the
i know the sink, and the rot got feeling "is this happening to me?" and i know what it's like to want to end it all. driving home between the lines
connections with systems belly up before i'm up and running scratching off what leaves me in the dirt ready and willing with hands that i can't stop
the sun light up the city As I roll through sidin', sittin real pretty It's a hot summer day and I feel good So I turned up some music and hit the neighborhood
Please no fitted, f**k it, I'm too pretty Lean back and get brain, stupid, I'm silly Money that come, runnin' like water Mami so hot, damn it, she gorgeous
of the ballroom Alone by the music She looked like a spiderweb Fresh from the war He complements her bedroom decor She crawled in there like water She
the muthafuckin' weed I be givin' you exactly what you need To bob your head, cuz I know you likes to bob it Back and forward to what that nigga Fresh droppin' Music
own so start to gather rocks The shire's known chatterbox To build a home for un-fartherd kids And guide the population across the harbour bridge The hardest is controlling By Watchdog Water
i stood in your entry way that place where we used to wait for cars to carry us away like once in this storm, they drove me and justin home the music
fucked your bitch Gave you that syphilis dick, looped the music, made slick throats slit Trump tight murder on sight, split ya dome, hit ya home at night
yourself!) It's gettin hot in this bitch! (So throw the water on 'em!) We got 'em hot in this bitch! (So throw the water on 'em!) HERE WE GO! [Verse
yourself!) It's gettin hot in this bitch! (So throw the water on 'em!) We got 'em hot in this bitch! (So throw the water on 'em!) Here we go! [Verse
imagine what we could do together Inspired by GOD, inspired by the sufferin' Was it done by a prophet? - it must of been Who was it then? +Rip the Jacker+ Hot
clean out your nature Wide open like the grand canyon Emcees couldn't hang if they was lynched by the Grand Dragon Searching for my style like Job-Corps Coming home
that'll beat you from ya' porch to ya' kitchen I spit too hot that's why I drink water cold Act up leave ya' kidney in ya' dog water bowl I'm sick but