Barefoot Gen - 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, fuck sleep
Death is rest, keep it tucked
‘Fore we snack, she wants fuck
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

Written by:
Christopher Nguyen, Christopher Santana, Paul Nguyen

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