English Songs

Well it’s your own damn fault you’re so damn fatIt’s just like when your grandpappy’s lungs turned blackThat was his fault tooThe doctor told him what to doHe smoked Camels, I guess he bought the wrong pack It ain’t like an evil team of scientistsThrough rigorous testingCreated the most abominable snacksGrindin’ critters and chemicals up […]

I tried to make things rightSo alarming, it’s disarmingCan you call this place your home?Your surroundings, overwhelming Thinking it was worth it to be something specialI’m becoming more alive, less artificialNever cared for the things that you said to meDo you relate to the pain or will you set me free As we elevateWe won’t

I long for lovin’ and affectionThese hoes ain’t what I need, I need directionDon’t leave me, please, swear I learned my lessonBut, I still chase thrills, I’m imperfectedI don’t want to talk on the phone, leave me a messageVoices still in my head, voices still in my headBeef with my closest of friends and made

Young ianSeems like you got the whole industry waitin’ for this motherfucker to dropThey leakin’ songs and shitYou motherfuckers don’t even know that’s the old jointsThis the coldest motherfucker I done seen in a long timeDress white as hell though, hahaFuckin’ rich-ass prick, hahaI don’t think you motherfuckers ready for this oneWithout further adoI bring

(Ha-ha-ha)(Hermès bedsheets, I’m ’bout to get the—, get the—)(It’s nothin’ flashy, spent a hundred—, hundred—) Huh, Hermès bedsheets, I’m ’bout to get the best sleepI get it fastly, they just can’t understand itIt’s nothin’ flashy, spent a hundred bands on ’emHe runnin’ past E, I got a full tank onExotic coupe, I just took the

You a contradictin’ coward who just sour you ain’t rightIs my family full of felons or am I not about that life?I caught him in the lie, swear to God, Samad could help you writeTell him we ain’t do that song because of all them Twitter slightsI told him, “Leave alone,” he dissin’ sneaky, though,

Shout out to you my bb in the brrtHey, man, shout out to you tooYou keep doin’ your thang, makingAnd I’m ke— keep seein’ the grind on you, broThank you, bro, I’m tryin’So I can’t wait for your next record as wellYesAlso, what I one from you, I gotta hear some, wav—Yo, the fucking Slime

This is a disaster I’m seeking out closureBut tonight I’ll run past herAnd it’s 2:00 am and the bed gets colderWith the thought of the last guy that had herAnd it’s not my place so I bite my tongueBut that smile ain’t the same since that bastardSo I fill her cup just to ease the

Rigor Mortis, found him in the slumsSittin’ there lifeless, purple and bloodBody stiff as a boarRaised him up, but he slumped right backSit back against the wall, I ain’t know how to actEverything got real for a wayThen it started closin’ in fast like as alive in the graveFeelin’ strange talkin’ to you but he’s