[VERSE 1: JAYY PICASSO]. Us niggas yeah we rare. All of our gyals be bare. Getting all this foreign bitch. I don't know what to wear. . Yung Pusha 'nd Swish.
Dancing with tears in my eyes. Weeping for the memory of a life gone by. Dancing with tears in my eyes. Living out a memory of a love that died. . It's five and I'm driving home again.
March, march. March ahead!. Straight to your deathbed. . Blindmen lead blindmen. Singing their anthem. Fathers sleep with their sons. Singing their anthem songs.
Do you recognize your family. Hanging on the hooks. Decorating cookbooks. It's delicious so don't demonize me. . There's no reason for dismay. They were quite stupid anyway.
Vocals:. I'm Feeling Down. And In My Mind I See You Lying On The Ground. Is This Profound. I Know There Ain't No Love Inside Your Head. Memories Of You Are Dead.
You're so delicious. Sometimes you're vicious. I just can't get you. Out of my mind. . You drive me crazy. And you amaze me. I am thinking of you. All the time.
Just the good old boys, never meaning no harm. Beats all you never saw, been in trouble with the law. Since the day they was born. Straightening the curves, flattening the hills.
Downbeat, downbeats coming for you. Everythings gone that you once knew.. Trying to rely on what things used to be. And trying to live up to your responsibility..
Like quicksand, I'm always getting deeper. The more I struggle, the more I get in deeper. And here I am, out there doing time. Out on the mission, down on the mission line.
Dopeman's got another big plan. To sell it to you or anyone he can. Because this is much better than minimum wage. And no matter how things they can. Because dopeman's reasons will always stay the same.
Dopeman dopeman's got another big plan. to sell it to you or anyone he can. because this is much better than minimum wage. no matter how things work he's still gonna get - paid.
Ill keep my faith alive. Cause this is paradise or parricide. I cant believe this sight. Streets full of blank faces and junky eyes. The streets wont sleep tonight.
I could hear all the plans we had when the wind hits me just right. And I'm so sick of wanting all the things I'm haunted by. My sympathy goes to the oldest joke that's survived another year.
[Originally by Spoke]. . I won't change the world with a song. perhaps it's futile to comment. on a revolution somewhere else. . I won't change the world with these words.
When is common sense too much to ask?. And then when did consequences get left in the past. Is it just bad habits or a typical script. Is it all big plans then a hit and a miss.