Mine
My head fatiguing off the opus
Kept it underground to focus
I feel afterlife, six under oath, don't want no hocus pocus
*************s tryna go pop, I draw contact, rip my facemask
Nothin' but, nothin' but net,is you Roger or Novak?
You still are no match, you get no rematch
Boy, you missed your moment, Perusing the MoMA，
I'm all on my lonely, burst in tears
On his shoulder and it's so cold 'cause he's sculpture
Where's the shaman, Ayahuasca
I had WhatsApp'd him for atonement
I never ever trust the pre-rolled
I never let a random mother****** shoot the B-roll
I never ask advice from him 'cause what could he know?
Never ************* someone you wouldn't wanna be though
It forever seemed like time's up
When we swerved in the Honda
Now forever seems like no time
I mean time flies when you have some
Both nuts weigh two pounds, all on your ************* like futons
My crew saved your crew
Like *************s came through with the Groupons
Cookin' with the grease now, truffle fries and Cholula
Are you slowin' down? Are you holdin' down?
Whoever held you down
Whoever propped you up, built the structures with you
Swished the buckets with ya, who was *************' with ya?
Really brothers when you needed that?
When you see 'em now is it forced black?
Hail Mary on fourth down
Hands to the sky
Yeah, peace to the holy, peace to the people that think they know me
Peace of Moschino, cover your ass, your rectum showing
Peace to the boys that we used to be though
Geto Boy North Face too cold on these hoes. Peace out to Willie D, Bushwick Billy and Face
Piece of steak grillin' in Jesus' name, speakin' his grace
Hands to the sky
MineLRC歌词
[00:08.99]My head fatiguing off the opus
[00:10.77]Kept it underground to focus
[00:12.48]I feel afterlife, six under oath, don't want no hocus pocus
[00:16.60]*************s tryna go pop, I draw contact, rip my facemask
[00:19.40]Nothin' but, nothin' but net,is you Roger or Novak?
[00:23.70]You still are no match, you get no rematch
[00:25.18]Boy, you missed your moment, Perusing the MoMA，
[00:27.60]I'm all on my lonely, burst in tears
[00:29.70]On his shoulder and it's so cold 'cause he's sculpture
[00:32.66]Where's the shaman, Ayahuasca
[00:34.40]I had WhatsApp'd him for atonement
[00:36.65]I never ever trust the pre-rolled
[00:39.82]I never let a random mother****** shoot the B-roll
[00:43.80]I never ask advice from him 'cause what could he know?
[00:46.53]Never ************* someone you wouldn't wanna be though
[00:50.10]It forever seemed like time's up
[00:51.80]When we swerved in the Honda
[00:53.73]Now forever seems like no time
[00:55.43]I mean time flies when you have some
[00:57.19]Both nuts weigh two pounds, all on your ************* like futons
[00:59.92]My crew saved your crew
[01:01.50]Like *************s came through with the Groupons
[01:04.90]Cookin' with the grease now, truffle fries and Cholula
[01:07.24]Are you slowin' down? Are you holdin' down?
[01:08.95]Whoever held you down
[01:11.20]Whoever propped you up, built the structures with you
[01:12.75]Swished the buckets with ya, who was *************' with ya?
[01:14.37]Really brothers when you needed that?
[01:16.10]When you see 'em now is it forced black?
[01:17.91]Hail Mary on fourth down
[01:22.90]Hands to the sky
[01:24.83]Yeah, peace to the holy, peace to the people that think they know me
[01:28.56]Peace of Moschino, cover your ass, your rectum showing
[01:31.97]Peace to the boys that we used to be though
[01:34.82]Geto Boy North Face too cold on these hoes. Peace out to Willie D, Bushwick Billy and Face
[01:42.12]Piece of steak grillin' in Jesus' name, speakin' his grace
[01:45.80]Hands to the sky
