Catch me walking america eventually a legend
Beyond those before and after ash to battle back to urn and ashes
Rather have a plaque than be the ladder half of money stacks
My face on the Dolla Dolla bill y'all
Cream and the hollow bottle pill lost
Down the throats that eat schlong
By the end of weeks
I'm a weak longfellow
Mellow drama in the sight of him
Never normal back to basic formula that raised Corinthian's
Homicide on my mind again
Suicide bumping in the night again
Down that long stretch on the long neck from a bitch
I call giraffe treat her like its mad libs, oh shit
When I run it back make it faster
When I run it, f*ck it up until it's nothing but a bucket
Pussy looking like its hungry
Bitch I beat it if you suck it
Ever since I was a youngin
I could call it how I see it
If you f*ckers staring at me then I hope you think I'm scenic
Or I'm Gothic Morgan freeman
By the bible Im an angel
Towers babel on and on
Bout the devil I don't believe in
And anyway it goes I confess I was a heathen
But if The beat's the booth
Then where in hell's the preacher?
I don't know
F*ck is up?
Teach me how to life
Tell me that its worth it when I got the time to die, As for now?
I'm terran from the era of the crime
Where the Black Lives Matter but The Black Lives Die
Fall of the house of Usher let it burn
Run when you hit the curb
Life back then got framed like Kurt
Wood hits the dirt, let it burn
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Catch me walking america eventually a legend
Beyond those before and after ash to battle back to urn and ashes
Rather have a plaque than be the ladder half of money stacks
My face on the Dolla Dolla bill y'all
Cream and the hollow bottle pill lost
Down the throats that eat schlong
By the end of weeks
I'm a weak longfellow
Mellow drama in the sight of him
Never normal back to basic formula that raised Corinthian's
Homicide on my mind again
Suicide bumping in the night again
Down that long stretch on the long neck from a bitch
I call giraffe treat her like its mad libs, oh shit
When I run it back make it faster
When I run it, f*ck it up until it's nothing but a bucket
Pussy looking like its hungry
Bitch I beat it if you suck it
Ever since I was a youngin
I could call it how I see it
If you f*ckers staring at me then I hope you think I'm scenic
Or I'm Gothic Morgan freeman
By the bible Im an angel
Towers babel on and on
Bout the devil I don't believe in
And anyway it goes I confess I was a heathen
But if The beat's the booth
Then where in hell's the preacher?
I don't know
F*ck is up?
Teach me how to life
Tell me that its worth it when I got the time to die, As for now?
I'm terran from the era of the crime
Where the Black Lives Matter but The Black Lives Die
Fall of the house of Usher let it burn
Run when you hit the curb
Life back then got framed like Kurt
Wood hits the dirt, let it burn
Beyond those before and after ash to battle back to urn and ashes
Rather have a plaque than be the ladder half of money stacks
My face on the Dolla Dolla bill y'all
Cream and the hollow bottle pill lost
Down the throats that eat schlong
By the end of weeks
I'm a weak longfellow
Mellow drama in the sight of him
Never normal back to basic formula that raised Corinthian's
Homicide on my mind again
Suicide bumping in the night again
Down that long stretch on the long neck from a bitch
I call giraffe treat her like its mad libs, oh shit
When I run it back make it faster
When I run it, f*ck it up until it's nothing but a bucket
Pussy looking like its hungry
Bitch I beat it if you suck it
Ever since I was a youngin
I could call it how I see it
If you f*ckers staring at me then I hope you think I'm scenic
Or I'm Gothic Morgan freeman
By the bible Im an angel
Towers babel on and on
Bout the devil I don't believe in
And anyway it goes I confess I was a heathen
But if The beat's the booth
Then where in hell's the preacher?
I don't know
F*ck is up?
Teach me how to life
Tell me that its worth it when I got the time to die, As for now?
I'm terran from the era of the crime
Where the Black Lives Matter but The Black Lives Die
Fall of the house of Usher let it burn
Run when you hit the curb
Life back then got framed like Kurt
Wood hits the dirt, let it burn
Writer: Jay Davis, Raymond Keeler
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid