StillStarvingMfer

Front-to- Back an Afro Freddofrog, the bag get a long, depend on Shredding, stabbing tops of leopard patterned packets on the counter Convey a second song, a seperate one from single patches, spit some Sour saliva back in a sink, flavour sachets stacked with plates Jack on mad vacations, rack up Ye's all up gone to waste Caught ya taste buds acting up, hard backing up to your talk your way Walk away out of this, I bring em' back when I brought your tray and Thought a way to serve the best today, needed to crack the case Wrap the stay, back to swerve the misery in its place, try Missing me with that bullshit, when I'm clueless, preserve to pissing niggas Off, try on spitting through my gap tooth, turn to nipping tic-tacs Adjourn for writtens, see a dentist, yelling reserved an injury for my Taste, teeth tripping live, lips are dry but I'm living life Listening tied down, giving mine and every single little Bit of rise, seven seas of rhye, heaven, beats and rhymes My queen frees my mind when I was eleven reaching shine inside A dark place, need to peep outside beside a nine-to-five School day; only thing that's killing time Still the aged chimes giving cries a try Back-to Front an Afro Freddofrog, said to get along, with high Pairs, find care, try better songs, fight tension with Dry snares, write to my pink-dyed hair brother, have Simon over there covered, all fine my fro barely covers two minds fairly cluttered, fear nothing with a long nose Had one since scuffed Nissans, battle-scarred more than the bronco John knows we homies til' we top pros, wicked wings through the Potholes, growth stronger so us flower blooms prevent a Stockholm Songs hold boy firmly through your powered homes, own the moulded Ten toes hold position can't allow to lose my grounds follow- Up, gentle them vagaries keep the sounds always fresh, swallow Shut, sugar bakery items peep amounts for me to rest, probably Enough for now, that past lives forever like Aaliyah, and it'll See ya, never left ya hanging always, really kept the nigga face Come back to Glenfield Tai, bruh