How The Wheels Fall
• Written by DamontheLyricist
Yo, hey friends, oh wait, I have none, holding my heart for ransom so I can
get no more backlash for anybody in shamble or anyone in the hastle,
we look up to God and ask him, is this trail for a rapper, my slangs are the
baddest, natures colder, we backwards, hating souls, my action made a agent
frozen capsule, stoic as a golden statue, my hope is to go heaven, so I can smile,e
after, while I'm dapping up people, they gave some validation,
the oldness it's kind of racist, how I hated my skin, I was younger,
it was supposed to happen, no to factions, open arms, skin
up the dopest actors.
I wish I had some joy, I guess I'm a sacrifice, do you know it feels
to be a loser in famine, nice, get it right, they say, I'm a fan of plans,
is the plan to pacify or to be nice to everyone, People can see
my appetite, I'm not a saint, I'm a sinner with a heart of gold,
I'm not a saint, I'm a sinner with a heart of bold, I'm not a saint,
I'm a sinner with a heart of cold, I'm not a saint, I'm a sinner with a heart of old,
that's the motto show them how the Shogun is a cold nun, that the soldiers
don't respect anymore hun, yo, it's the drastic attack master, verbal spin
a tornado when I cause a Dizaster, I'm friendly?, your cousin should of
never sent me, spitting fire, my ovens are a ten percent direction,
I hate myself, so I keep my flesh, red and empty, no muscles or
bones in the skeletal, Jack is prepped and ready.
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DamontheLyricist
Member since June 2 2024