Occasions*
Title | Occasions* |
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Artist | OCTOBERSFULLMOON |
Album | RJLDiablo: a Thorough Explanation (THE MOON ALBUM) |
Release Date | (not set) |
Description | ? |
Lyrics | [Verse] We keep up the summer, it's a special occasion Not many times man’s been vacation She like Kodak, know that, she black and she Hatian When I first got to school people thought that I was Wasian And in this world, be patient You don't wanna get caught slipping by the haters Yeah, and I thought it was amazing 'Til I saw what happened ’hind closed doors, you can't evade 'em You gotta face 'em, blood on my tounge, I'm tasting And you don't wanna get chased, nah This a world of cat and mouse and you just a spectator You a rule breaker, leave the room vacant Catch an opp slipping, man, you might wanna fade 'em Yeah, and you wanna face 'em Think what thеy done to you, it’s ’bout time you should chase 'еm Call ’em James Dashner, 'cause they on a maze run And have you seen the things that go bump in the night? Growing up, you were useless like a thump in a fight I keep a pump in my sight, in the trunk by my right Is an opp, outta sight, just remember, never talk 'bout a fight Ever chatted up a girl just to find out she was lesbian? Then become friends, just to find out she an actor, she a thespian And the demons, I ain't lettin’ 'em in my life And I play music on the road, but bitch, I ain't no Headie One My opps tried rap but they fell off real quick Don't talk shit 'bout the king, else we'll catch you, lil' prick She gon' suck my big dick, gotta make sure it fits And I've seen some shit and it's left me sick, sick, ugh And when we spray up your road, we ain't gonna miss We headed to the club and we fucked on your miss And they thinking this a joke, fam, we don't take this piss And I gave her a kiss on the lips, I'm the shit You an opp man, we ain't fucking with you lot, man Your bestie got shot, man, paint the town red like your nails that you've got, fam (Blaow, blaow, blaow) Ayy, and they tryna talk shit about the hardest Pull up to your block and empty the cartridge This for Penfro and this for Cymru Fucked on your bitch and I ate her like curry Dots on his back, got him looking like Sully We fed him up, think he might like bullets Shot up his back, make sure we do it up fully Your bitch start on orgy, we gon' join her like Tully Oi, don't chat stupid, we might lose it We start shootin', leave him looking like Squidward, he start flutin' The red hat, it suits him, 'cause he's a tory surrounded by people who'd give him a bootin' I fly in first-class, man, I made it out the hood and now I'm rich I got ninety-nine problems in my head, got me thinkin' I'm the bitch Uh, and we never gonna stop until we poolside in the 6 And boy, you a snitch, we keep the .9, but boy, you can keep the 6ix Ayy, roll up on your block and we keep up a couple fifties Roll up in the ends, bro, we keep a couple bitties Bitch wanna fuck but she from the city I'ma let her hit once then I'm droppin', I'ma leave her, what a pity Uh, what? Yeah The fam is never trippin' 'bout a thot, yeah Fifty hundred on the table, what we got, yeah Number on our heads, we forgot, yeah Yeah, and we gotta get the lottery Range Rover with the spending we done bought, yeah Bright light in my face, yeah, it's a laser dot, yeah Look up to the sky and next thing I got shot, yeah Uh, yeah And we keep a couple millies right up on the table Got striked once and now they thinkin' I'm disabled Sorry, bae, can't make it now But when the week ends, yeah, then I'm able MoonYou might also like |