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EAST

(アルバム: Feet Of Clay - 2019)


Double back when you got it made
30 racks of weed, no fat in the collard greens
Off top was me no cap, I don't bottle things
Flashing grandmama rings on her fingers
I'm fond of them things
Father, we gleam
I'm ominous of James Harden-D
Weak niggas guarding will peak
Followers just like me
I lost my phone and consequently
All the feelings I caught for my GF
My hands was on the wings
I took 'em off, not a story
Careen against the bars
My canteen was full of the poison I need
The trip as long as steep
My innocence was lost in the East
Amidst the thick exhaust
Hockey, hit the heart it beat
Mention my sin is strong
We all that we need
But don't call me brother no more
I keep my sentences short
Stack Pendleton keep me warm in the winter
Ksubi's cuff done hit the floor
Doobie Brothers where the city morgue
Who would truly love a visit from us?
My soul and my heart
All in it, keep fishing
Gone, the macabre finish
And miss my Pop dukes, might just hit me
Depending how I play my cards
The wind whispered to me, "Ain't it hard?"
I wait to be the light shimmering from a star
Cognitive dissonance shining and the necessary venom restored
As if it matters if you think it matters anymore
Cause shit be happening with quick results
They couldn't fathom all the damage that had to get done
Pig was in a barrel, we cooking up
Don't get a sparrow, no harrowed runics in that damn tomb
And a share of deadly flowers bloom
Holler rabidly, we stare at you
And say a prayer
Let's take it there like carrier pigeon
50,000 roots, none of them rigid
Some of them wicked, how they grew

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