i dunno about you track but im pretty lit
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•03 Apr 2018
#AssistedSuicide Lyrics: listen up now burning it up blowing that fire up in the o zone cup of lean and bag of beans with a blunt of green damn that shit was good it's been two months and I still smell gasoline so dragonstea could you fill up my cup so I can let loose on the track erupt till I retire in the recliner with a go phone, and a snow cone weed on my reminder but come at me and I'mma go prone with a .44 hollow your dome with that hollow cone straight to the side of the head like I dialed your phone i am here to appaul cough drop here's a hall cause your throat gonna go dry when I drop this shit as if I'm sitting in a stall Wisdom: congratulation all across the nation everyone has lost their patience we're tired of Makin statements we want actions not complacent with the bills stuck in rotation what the fuck they think they stating? that they have the power my frustration lies in the fact why I am the bad guy I'm not a frat guy I'm not a rap guy I'm just that guy that has precision and visions of lions at a fountain of marble on collision unraveled by the sheer force causing division that caused the submission of matter only worried about reinvisions full lotus to focus create my own fusion instead of these fissions no branches no roots I'm free from these ideas of derivants we were all as one we're the remnants of one piece of life trying to find our Tennant's who lets us live here? or is this a sentence? are we serving time or is this all just tennis? one big game, play to win the set to get bitches wet to get wicked wrecked with a cigarette and a bag of checks and an o of weed and a k of sniff and a cup of ope and a spliff and j it's ok live like jc traveling with stories and bold dreams ain't nothing ever gonna hold me get the game in a headlock till I'm an og with the cold cheese and an old piece with the notches on the clips for the number of times I let a bullet blow free.
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#AssistedSuicide Lyrics: listen up now burning it up blowing that fire up in the o zone cup of lean and bag of beans with a blunt of green damn that shit was good it's been two months and I still smell gasoline so dragonstea could you fill up my cup so I can let loose on the track erupt till I retire in the recliner with a go phone, and a snow cone weed on my reminder but come at me and I'mma go prone with a .44 hollow your dome with that hollow cone straight to the side of the head like I dialed your phone i am here to appaul cough drop here's a hall cause your throat gonna go dry when I drop this shit as if I'm sitting in a stall Wisdom: congratulation all across the nation everyone has lost their patience we're tired of Makin statements we want actions not complacent with the bills stuck in rotation what the fuck they think they stating? that they have the power my frustration lies in the fact why I am the bad guy I'm not a frat guy I'm not a rap guy I'm just that guy that has precision and visions of lions at a fountain of marble on collision unraveled by the sheer force causing division that caused the submission of matter only worried about reinvisions full lotus to focus create my own fusion instead of these fissions no branches no roots I'm free from these ideas of derivants we were all as one we're the remnants of one piece of life trying to find our Tennant's who lets us live here? or is this a sentence? are we serving time or is this all just tennis? one big game, play to win the set to get bitches wet to get wicked wrecked with a cigarette and a bag of checks and an o of weed and a k of sniff and a cup of ope and a spliff and j it's ok live like jc traveling with stories and bold dreams ain't nothing ever gonna hold me get the game in a headlock till I'm an og with the cold cheese and an old piece with the notches on the clips for the number of times I let a bullet blow free.
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