Deep Thoughts
Thoughts deeper than the Grand Canyon
Damn it,
Two pistols or a hand cannon
Fuck it!
Grab a star bitch I'm doing pull ups
Alright,
Swallow the truth waiter bring 2 cups
That's coo.
I get the bitches being black a privilege
That's dope huh
You didn't starve you not in the picture
So fuck you
Bitch I'm busy till I'm 6 feet under
Oh well
Don't hold my arm cause you're not my brother
I don't care
I'm getting money till the act different
That's right
That just tells me that I made enough
Ok!
Weight on my shoulders feeling like feathers
That's light
Actions feeling like a freeway exit
That's right
I stuffed my pain in a glass bottle
And broke it
I forgot the day but I could feel the moment
I wrote this
I feel dead but you gone die for real
Goodbye,
Better call Lucy you can make a deal
Haha,
I'm so ill but never caught the fever
Okay,
The Grim Reaper is ya final feature
I told ya,
Your mistakes should be only teacher
Listen!
She in my dreams but I can't reach her
Stay woke
No communication means no relation
Fuck you!
Raw demonstrate got niggas hatin
Oh well
One enemy is too many
Kill em,
You know you dope when they say really,
They hatin
A bad bitch and a couple million
I'm good
They can't be me but they wish they could
You mad
I'm fucking her but not fucking with her
I hate you!
Damn it,
Two pistols or a hand cannon
Fuck it!
Grab a star bitch I'm doing pull ups
Alright,
Swallow the truth waiter bring 2 cups
That's coo.
I get the bitches being black a privilege
That's dope huh
You didn't starve you not in the picture
So fuck you
Bitch I'm busy till I'm 6 feet under
Oh well
Don't hold my arm cause you're not my brother
I don't care
I'm getting money till the act different
That's right
That just tells me that I made enough
Ok!
Weight on my shoulders feeling like feathers
That's light
Actions feeling like a freeway exit
That's right
I stuffed my pain in a glass bottle
And broke it
I forgot the day but I could feel the moment
I wrote this
I feel dead but you gone die for real
Goodbye,
Better call Lucy you can make a deal
Haha,
I'm so ill but never caught the fever
Okay,
The Grim Reaper is ya final feature
I told ya,
Your mistakes should be only teacher
Listen!
She in my dreams but I can't reach her
Stay woke
No communication means no relation
Fuck you!
Raw demonstrate got niggas hatin
Oh well
One enemy is too many
Kill em,
You know you dope when they say really,
They hatin
A bad bitch and a couple million
I'm good
They can't be me but they wish they could
You mad
I'm fucking her but not fucking with her
I hate you!
Credits
Writer(s): Sidarriss Wallace
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
Link
© 2024 All rights reserved. Rockol.com S.r.l. Website image policy
Rockol
- Rockol only uses images and photos made available for promotional purposes (“for press use”) by record companies, artist managements and p.r. agencies.
- Said images are used to exert a right to report and a finality of the criticism, in a degraded mode compliant to copyright laws, and exclusively inclosed in our own informative content.
- Only non-exclusive images addressed to newspaper use and, in general, copyright-free are accepted.
- Live photos are published when licensed by photographers whose copyright is quoted.
- Rockol is available to pay the right holder a fair fee should a published image’s author be unknown at the time of publishing.
Feedback
Please immediately report the presence of images possibly not compliant with the above cases so as to quickly verify an improper use: where confirmed, we would immediately proceed to their removal.