I'm a stitch away from making it And a scar away from falling apart (apart) Blood cells pixelate and eyes dilate And the full moon pills got me Out on
'm a stitch away From making it And a scar away From falling apart, apart Blood cells pixelate And the eyes dilate And the full moon peels Got me out
I'm a stitch away from making it And a scar away from falling apart, apart Blood cells pixelate And eyes dilate And the full moon pills got me out on
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: I'm a stitch away from making it And a scar away from falling apart, apart Blood cells pixelate And eyes dilate And the full moon pills got me out
I'm a stitch away from making it And a scar away from falling apart, apart Blood cells pixelate And eyes dilate And the full moon pills got me out
life nine. Pimping aint dead cause I be the life line And I don't buy the bar cuz it don't sell white wine Gon' let that light shine ballin' for a life
Chip Tha Ripper- Uh-huh. SLAB ENT BOY. Good luckin out, chyeah. Pulled up to the hand-car wash like blao, just the outside my nigga gon' wipe me down.
and you from the back Cause I'm a beneath beneath that lady till you start tweaking out your sheets Once you believe that I'm gonna skin it, I'm out
' league boy I know your beats You sound bullshitely, you rock Swearin' you to ball, when you know you're wack In a studio settin' of a reverands track Boy
up in time after parties you'd catch me in class Well, I moved back home, stayed out, slept in Till one Monday morning I heard Daddy scream You're twenty-four years old boy
waste your life without my help You can hang out with your friends, that is if you had any friends You can watch Good Will Hunting by yourself 'til your eyes fall out
ya life up wit True, I live trife We are the one that cough up ya sack Cop the steele, I bust out the tek Want one, come out turn the mic down Gimme
aint right we fight til its light out.. y'all can find me were's money aka too 9 when inter to club full of ho's 'cause i told u bitch im hight off life
league boy I know your beats. You sound bullshitely, you rock . Swearin you to ball, when you know you're wack. In a studio settin of a reverands track. Boy
