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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Sam Koff
Sam Koff
Trumpet
J. LILLEY
J. LILLEY
Clarinet
Lauren Serpa
Lauren Serpa
Flute
Pinson Chanselle
Pinson Chanselle
Percussion
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Sam Koff
Sam Koff
Composer
McKinley Dixon
McKinley Dixon
Composer
Reggie Pace
Reggie Pace
Composer

Tekst Utworu

Yeah, Bubble jackets, Pockets filled wit packets, Nigga goin just ask fa me, Ain't seen grams inna minute, I'm feelin lack of that apathy, Niggas thinking that passing me, Ain't for y'all niggas actually, I'm doin this so i don't blow my shit out all over that balcony Its tyler forever, Tyler for, Tyler forever, Tyler for, Tyler forever, Tyler foreva, Tyler for, Tyler forever, Tyler for, Tyler forever, Nah the chorus ain't clever, I'm making sure niggas remember, Its tyler forever, Tyler for, Tyler forever, Tyler for, Tyler forever, It's tyler forever Mama said this life style should been outgrown, Well mama, you don't see the beauty that the harrowing hold, Surrounded by all of my niggas, Why i feel so alone, That black range wheel skip puddles, We some dangerous stones, Propelled forward by vengeance, Penchant for taking yo pendants, Accountability process is loaded in them extensions, We fixed on ascending, My boys might break through the roof, Y'all become killers alla sudden when you find dusty loops, Nigga, Problem wit this preaching is it might just make my wrist hot, 9 niggas, Masked up in that van, Them boys slipknot, They kids up in the hood is babymetal, Head banging on ya boy, He push that overdrive pedal, Watch yo step nigga, It's tyler forever, Tyler for, Tyler forever, Tyler for, Tyler forever, Tyler foreva, Tyler for, Tyler forever, Tyler for, Tyler forever, Nah the chorus ain't clever, I'm making sure niggas remember, It's tyler forever, Tyler for, Tyler forever, Tyler for, Tyler forever, It's tyler for-ahhh shit, Settle down, I've been, Living my life wit concrete to my ears, Nowadays, Aint no niggas i fear, Anything I've learned in alla my years, There's danger to talk when you boutta shed tears, You hear me now? I brought all my singers, Mama done warned, What the pain gone bring us, Fighting a battle wit skin on my fingers, Bite it off, But the pain still lingers, All that all that, Glitters aint gold, You can still hobble pieces to make something that holds, A youngin blind, blind, blind, From staring at my moms glow, Now these white eyes can't seem to dodge, When she sending her blows, It's murder music, For niggas who aint been murdered, I'm sure if he was here now, He'd say that shits unheard of, Id laugh, Say yeah you right, Its prolly true, Then sitting on the floor, I'd realize poets lie too, How you parallel the hell, That comes with writing stories, To the tales of triumph, Flight and even often times, glory, Cuz i know all the niggas mentioned in all of them thangs, But I'mma close my eyes for a bit, Can you just read it for me,
Writer(s): Mckinley Dixon, Reggie Pace, Sam Koff Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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