Every September...
Every September I'm
Every September I'm back on that bender
Every September I'm back on that bender like
Every September I'm back on that bender surrender it all
As I fall with with the weather again
When I was 10
Fitted a smile on my face for the lens
Tried to pretend for the sake of a friend that my tendency wasn't to plot on my end
But a matter of fact that shits been to day to day
And I doubt that sickness fades away
But the kids so done with the fronting and fake
Cause the missions to shun them from this game
Attila the Hun with a hundred some methods
To best my opponents and hone the depression
Two birds with a singular stone every session
The lethalist weapon to reap every blessing and
Keep these two faced M C's grounded
Even though these posers surround this
Genre imma out em doubtless
Drown em inside this flow I fountain
Everything written I'm bout it
Facts been accounted
Bet that my colors are true
And I don't give a f*ck if you're black or you're white but that Black and White music
I'm here to conclude
Deep in the booth with a lyrical noose
Use it to string any lame that I choose
Tie it up right around hand me down necklesses over zealous lemons rock claiming Zeus
Shit, you ain't even close to a god lil knock off
Bitch wouldn't even through a fist if it popped off
Walk off bitch you ain't really got a sawed-off
Couldn't bring shit to the gun fight, nod off quick
Couldn't even be a lick cause your pockets soft
Wouldn't waste a bullet on a bitch, get the rock salt
Stock up on the pussy bars tryna get your rocks off
But your lyrics impotent, spittin that cock soft
Music that's been over played
Once upon a time there was money to make in the fake tame tunes
That you're tryna create but the past is the past and we're here for today
We don't hear what you say, we just mute and escape
You the food we don't taste on that endless buffet
You ain't new you the same as the rest on my tray
That I'll trade in a second Never rest this case
I Take
Raised
Egos
Show em evil n just watch em fall
Napalm
Make Lieutenant Dans
If they try standing tall
Amputate em all and show em what it really means
To ball inside my autumn all em falling by September
Wither when the winter calls I
Take
Raised
Egos
Show em evil n just watch em fall
Napalm
Make Lieutenant Dans
If they try standing tall
Amputate em all and show em what it really means
To ball inside my autumn all em falling by September
Wither when the winter calls I'm
Back
On my shine
Not the first time
Re to Turn blind
Into third eyed Savants like Me
Either that or they gon hearse ride six feet deep
And just for the F*ck Boys imma Re Peat
Bitch I'm Back
On my shine
Not the first time
Re to Turn blind
Into third eyed Savants like Me
Either that or they gon hearse ride six feet deep
Bitch it's Fall Back Season make em ALL Rest In Agony
R.I.A. Bitch
Every September I'm back on that bender to bend em all backwards and crack em half
Yea do the math bitch I divided you in two
Had to do it to you since wanna two face move through the game
With a fake f*ck frame of the truth
Gotta chop your Trach for the sake of the youth
Fate of a few paves way for the future
Villainy for progress Living like Luther
True to the name, not a man but Super who could ever come close
To conclude what I drew into the
18th day of that blessed September '97
Time was 2:09 when I cried out to the heavens
Imma live this life with the fight of a Vet
And make the fake f*cks fall back when they test the legend
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Every September...
Every September I'm
Every September I'm back on that bender
Every September I'm back on that bender like
Every September I'm back on that bender surrender it all
As I fall with with the weather again
When I was 10
Fitted a smile on my face for the lens
Tried to pretend for the sake of a friend that my tendency wasn't to plot on my end
But a matter of fact that shits been to day to day
And I doubt that sickness fades away
But the kids so done with the fronting and fake
Cause the missions to shun them from this game
Attila the Hun with a hundred some methods
To best my opponents and hone the depression
Two birds with a singular stone every session
The lethalist weapon to reap every blessing and
Keep these two faced M C's grounded
Even though these posers surround this
Genre imma out em doubtless
Drown em inside this flow I fountain
Everything written I'm bout it
Facts been accounted
Bet that my colors are true
And I don't give a f*ck if you're black or you're white but that Black and White music
I'm here to conclude
Deep in the booth with a lyrical noose
Use it to string any lame that I choose
Tie it up right around hand me down necklesses over zealous lemons rock claiming Zeus
Shit, you ain't even close to a god lil knock off
Bitch wouldn't even through a fist if it popped off
Walk off bitch you ain't really got a sawed-off
Couldn't bring shit to the gun fight, nod off quick
Couldn't even be a lick cause your pockets soft
Wouldn't waste a bullet on a bitch, get the rock salt
Stock up on the pussy bars tryna get your rocks off
But your lyrics impotent, spittin that cock soft
Music that's been over played
Once upon a time there was money to make in the fake tame tunes
That you're tryna create but the past is the past and we're here for today
We don't hear what you say, we just mute and escape
You the food we don't taste on that endless buffet
You ain't new you the same as the rest on my tray
That I'll trade in a second Never rest this case
I Take
Raised
Egos
Show em evil n just watch em fall
Napalm
Make Lieutenant Dans
If they try standing tall
Amputate em all and show em what it really means
To ball inside my autumn all em falling by September
Wither when the winter calls I
Take
Raised
Egos
Show em evil n just watch em fall
Napalm
Make Lieutenant Dans
If they try standing tall
Amputate em all and show em what it really means
To ball inside my autumn all em falling by September
Wither when the winter calls I'm
Back
On my shine
Not the first time
Re to Turn blind
Into third eyed Savants like Me
Either that or they gon hearse ride six feet deep
And just for the F*ck Boys imma Re Peat
Bitch I'm Back
On my shine
Not the first time
Re to Turn blind
Into third eyed Savants like Me
Either that or they gon hearse ride six feet deep
Bitch it's Fall Back Season make em ALL Rest In Agony
R.I.A. Bitch
Every September I'm back on that bender to bend em all backwards and crack em half
Yea do the math bitch I divided you in two
Had to do it to you since wanna two face move through the game
With a fake f*ck frame of the truth
Gotta chop your Trach for the sake of the youth
Fate of a few paves way for the future
Villainy for progress Living like Luther
True to the name, not a man but Super who could ever come close
To conclude what I drew into the
18th day of that blessed September '97
Time was 2:09 when I cried out to the heavens
Imma live this life with the fight of a Vet
And make the fake f*cks fall back when they test the legend
Every September I'm
Every September I'm back on that bender
Every September I'm back on that bender like
Every September I'm back on that bender surrender it all
As I fall with with the weather again
When I was 10
Fitted a smile on my face for the lens
Tried to pretend for the sake of a friend that my tendency wasn't to plot on my end
But a matter of fact that shits been to day to day
And I doubt that sickness fades away
But the kids so done with the fronting and fake
Cause the missions to shun them from this game
Attila the Hun with a hundred some methods
To best my opponents and hone the depression
Two birds with a singular stone every session
The lethalist weapon to reap every blessing and
Keep these two faced M C's grounded
Even though these posers surround this
Genre imma out em doubtless
Drown em inside this flow I fountain
Everything written I'm bout it
Facts been accounted
Bet that my colors are true
And I don't give a f*ck if you're black or you're white but that Black and White music
I'm here to conclude
Deep in the booth with a lyrical noose
Use it to string any lame that I choose
Tie it up right around hand me down necklesses over zealous lemons rock claiming Zeus
Shit, you ain't even close to a god lil knock off
Bitch wouldn't even through a fist if it popped off
Walk off bitch you ain't really got a sawed-off
Couldn't bring shit to the gun fight, nod off quick
Couldn't even be a lick cause your pockets soft
Wouldn't waste a bullet on a bitch, get the rock salt
Stock up on the pussy bars tryna get your rocks off
But your lyrics impotent, spittin that cock soft
Music that's been over played
Once upon a time there was money to make in the fake tame tunes
That you're tryna create but the past is the past and we're here for today
We don't hear what you say, we just mute and escape
You the food we don't taste on that endless buffet
You ain't new you the same as the rest on my tray
That I'll trade in a second Never rest this case
I Take
Raised
Egos
Show em evil n just watch em fall
Napalm
Make Lieutenant Dans
If they try standing tall
Amputate em all and show em what it really means
To ball inside my autumn all em falling by September
Wither when the winter calls I
Take
Raised
Egos
Show em evil n just watch em fall
Napalm
Make Lieutenant Dans
If they try standing tall
Amputate em all and show em what it really means
To ball inside my autumn all em falling by September
Wither when the winter calls I'm
Back
On my shine
Not the first time
Re to Turn blind
Into third eyed Savants like Me
Either that or they gon hearse ride six feet deep
And just for the F*ck Boys imma Re Peat
Bitch I'm Back
On my shine
Not the first time
Re to Turn blind
Into third eyed Savants like Me
Either that or they gon hearse ride six feet deep
Bitch it's Fall Back Season make em ALL Rest In Agony
R.I.A. Bitch
Every September I'm back on that bender to bend em all backwards and crack em half
Yea do the math bitch I divided you in two
Had to do it to you since wanna two face move through the game
With a fake f*ck frame of the truth
Gotta chop your Trach for the sake of the youth
Fate of a few paves way for the future
Villainy for progress Living like Luther
True to the name, not a man but Super who could ever come close
To conclude what I drew into the
18th day of that blessed September '97
Time was 2:09 when I cried out to the heavens
Imma live this life with the fight of a Vet
And make the fake f*cks fall back when they test the legend
Writer: Alexander Burke
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid