Lights low, starting a fire like Pyros Or like 9s too on pirus Aint sustaining like dry roots with a skyview On a high rise new to the big wide blue With less grips than this lewd I knew She give brains, but not a mind she blew Every other week she dropped an ounce or two She cant keep snow like the mountains do Not known to have baggage, but she get trunky with a junkie Chop heads to smoke some cabbage with her druggie Wrong atmosphere to say God loves ugly Especially when those vatos locos mug me Lets make a spark and its oh so lovely Lets get higher than those folks above me I get so excited when Im about to view ya Make Jeff Buckley sing hallelujah Your dress with Black sequins We listen to passenger, then became backseat friends Hip hop i run it until the track meet ends Fountain of youth put your whole feet in Youll be safe and sound If you just lay down Half empty bottle of fireball Tonight weve covered the entire wall Just a penthouse suite in Las Vegas Sayin you oughta know, oh Das Racist Im an entertainer so Im in her favor Cause Im in the fader getting helmet like Vader White kid on the black list with james Spader Food for thought that aint specifically catered For those girls with trust issues Im wondering if yall got enough tissues Fire aint to be misused for a lit fuse Reasonable options just a legit few Fragrance just fumes Locked me in my bedroom Youre wondering if you could last the night Im wondering if I could have you past my life
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