gang gang

time and time I gotta keepit coming cus u kniw im at the fountline all the time them cloudy days are far from gone bitch teat like gun and that ant no fun u know im running I'm gunnin down the back street screeming f .. law hittin them links gotta get rich what I know all I know how to saty alive trying to rise and touch the sky and.my kids could hole there heads up high ant no lie I fly by like a shooting I come from far like Mars maybe one day when the world is all 🔌 plunged up hoping starting up at the sky asking the lord y the good die young when it rains it pores can u mesher the rain I can ay smile now cry later yeah smile for friends if I had some my Hart torn apart so my love is blind but a dime yeah but look in to her eyes they don't lie there dimons in those eyes got to be wise y try just fuckum and leave them