Rev. 6

Run me down now with the crazy sounds Bring me down round with the pagan sounds Bring me down round with this crazy sound Bring me down round with the crazy sounds 'Cause I swore myself to this crazy town I could make these songs till there's fame in town Imma make my songs till there's fame in town And I don't know when and I don't know how And when are all y'all gonna give me some? Bring me down now with this crazy song 'Cause I don't know how to shape this sound Got 45-50 minutes, how am I gonna Yah, yah, yah Well see, they brought me down to this crazy town Thought I lost my mind in this famous town Oh, you bought me a ticket to a farther town So I vomit then and I'll vomit now And I won't be marrying none of that I don't see Monterey Bay now, uh uh uh (Death is rest, gimme top Glitter on my dick, sup? Won’t sob, Mobb Deep With my crew, f*ck sleep Death is rest, keep it tucked ‘Fore we snack, she wants f*ck Death is rest, gimme top Glitter on my dick, sup? Won’t sack, 'cause now I got a Rolls on me) I ain’t been outside in a minute The homies can pretend 'Cause I ate I be finished If I don’t get my plate I be out for the tenant And lonely ain’t my style All my life been dependent You running out of style And see the waves that we twisting No woman in my days Who gon' smile and just be pretty Well I’d rather lean on guys 'Cause they’re fine for the minute And I hardly find the time To keep my eyes to the ceiling The dream is in disguise When I die I will reach it All my problems to the side And my momma who gon' preach me Finally, the fallacy of the fool Who stands beside of me is proud of me But notices there’s always been a doubting theme Undoubtedly I'm bound to have a crowd for me So long fate As I see far down Got penguins flying up with their jetpacks on Shooting fake wings to keep my strut In a short matter of time we're getting shillings, glowing up Got capsules to last us Still we're feeling fucked Fucked up (Death is rest, leaving slow With my girl, we keep it slow Dancing fire, for the low Slip a X, she make me glow Take our time, we’ll be fine Singing prayer for brothers there Feed my Gen, the Robin’s loot From the land we pick our fruits Death is rest, so now I buy out all serenities) I ain’t really normally here My soul transports, at my ends another year Still can’t get rid of the cold you left here Your calls of my name still ring in my ear Your false friendship still hurts to depict And I’m hardly your friend But you still sucked my dick I’m fucking till my ends meet up in the clique I need everything to give me bliss And the thoughts keep filtering, I don’t exist And the thots never intimate They just need dick I thought you were into me But who needs this? I fought for a memory but gave up quick