Nintendo

This is to die for, this is your idol
On the Eiffel with a rifle
I got a eyeful
I'm on the edge looking down hoping I fall
It's like the sky fall

This is to die for, this is your idol
On the Eiffel with a rifle
I got a eyeful
I'm on the edge looking down hoping I fall
It's like the sky fall

You don't know hell till yo idols dead at motels
Price of dreaming, see a shell for I see hov sales
Can't turn my back to you, you'll take a crack or two
2020 I'm packing too
22 for a cracker noose

Black & too, eloquent
Pastor relevance faded
Told me fuck on no woman wasn't my lady
Maybe I got so jaded
Abundance i run with
Is everything
Women, weed assumptions no wedding rings
And everything is everything
I let my mind wander
It feel like karma
Fighting thoughts of pops fighting my mama
I'm honest I had to watch it, just screaming stop it
Hope she forgive me
Hope she outlive me
Hoping y'all hear me

This is to die for, this is your idol
On the Eiffel with a rifle
I got a eyeful
I'm on the edge looking down hoping I fall
It's like the sky fall

This is to die for, this is your idol
On the Eiffel with a rifle
I got a eyeful
I'm on the edge looking down hoping I fall
It's like the sky fall

I watched my unc slap my auntie off that crack homie
Bruises on her back homie, purple as the finest a grapes
Blinded the drapes had the world from the pain of that girl
Can't tell her shit bout that nigga she would paint Em as thurl
& I won't say that that's wrong & I won't say that it's right
But that conundrum kept a youngin up praying at night
Hoping God don't hit me back cause I'm afraid of that light
Do I deserve it, is my purpose just to cradle that pipe?
And can I cater that wife
Not paint my nasal that white
Let me heal up my helix
I'm passed just paving my life
I was so caught up how I brought up
It's visions I wish was broader
It's shit that I wish I bought her
And part of what tore my heart up
Another daughter reluctant
To love her father
I knew dude name
I never knew James
That was my genesis
Witness to the viciousness
Kids left in the ditches
They bitches left with they kids & shit
Dishes in the kitchen
Broke on my head I get stitches
Slitting fucking wristses
Crying on my christmases
Minding all my businesses
This year bout my percentages
I'm splendid spending dividends
With niggas that get bigger pics

The rhyme scheme design dreams
Describe my life with the fine things
And I'm clean
Dirty money blinding but my scene
Is not the setting for saints
Nothing divine but the timing
& I dream of horizons bright as my eyes when I see lights
& hear sirens
He let off 5 as I'm fighting
I might win, I'm that trifling

This is to die for, this is your idol
On the Eiffel with a rifle
I got a eyeful
I'm on the edge looking down hoping I fall
It's like the sky fall

This is to die for, this is your idol
On the Eiffel with a rifle
I got a eyeful
I'm on the edge looking down hoping I fall
It's like the sky fall



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Writer(s): Noah Stevenson
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