Joe Budden - Blood On The Wall Instrumental

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  • Опубликовано: 27 ноя 2024

Комментарии • 4

  • @kieranpugh7416
    @kieranpugh7416 4 года назад +3

    Think I lack confidence I'm insecure too but I ain't to be played with il asure you do I get busy on the mic I sure do

  • @FOGNexus
    @FOGNexus 6 лет назад +2

    Nice music ;)

  • @frenchjones5510
    @frenchjones5510 5 лет назад +1

    am I to guess it like hangman
    or take the loss feel caine, man
    from this point on emotions gotta come with explanation
    not emojis-God hold me to them chains and
    beat the nigga out of me, nd hope i could apply change
    and get a dollar and future in exchange
    give an L, when the W's is the worth the fall
    me versus yall-spar with my last arm, last life, last call
    nigga dont roll with me if u aint able to crawl
    take the scuffle and die killing gods in a draw
    its war with a soviet, im solo anti-social tip
    so quick to point and grip, and flip the odds-now we even from higher ground
    conniving bitches scripting like tyler now
    my prescription come minor, prior how
    I feel like-fear my demise, desire's foul
    life is short, got the devil tryin to buy it out
    i only say what you to need to know
    let you see what HE wanna show
    you never met an addict so sober-so clean
    still sorting thru the drawers-accompany me soldier
    i fought without my biggest supporter, sorta pushed away like i was pose to
    put in order what yall thought wasnt border
    my lines thin-never had a tear wiped, so i lean with no shoulders
    now comfort ugly, make me feel beauty again
    my immunity is slim, been duckin it without insurance
    so insecure with, you and I, or, me and him?
    meet rape, when im seeking strength
    deep taste, sweet sins-i cant trust if trust had me in dying form
    lie boy, lie on the floor and hope I can pride on
    survive on-what you called apologies hidden by disguises got my world driving
    head on lifeless, no seatbelt just steering with no licenses
    clearing the road fighting, suit and tie on-suit ya sizes
    envy my lows? help me to climb this-
    sight seeing on the highway, light beaming from the right lane-blinded
    eat the pain like a ryder, and rib the tragedy inside it
    im sick to my stomach til that shit fold and kill the silence
    suppressor and a extra clip
    this pressure and a second trip
    give 15 percent as an heavy tip
    levy the whip-give destiny the dick-and kiss it thoroughly
    fuck it soft, caress it orally...or we, just measuring to force feat
    breaking bad or niptuck from four feet
    need quarantine to oversee that luck ran out appropriately
    thug my last formidably-cordially I hate yall with courtesy
    thru my curtains-im perfect to lose with certainty
    move nervously thru the vineyards where i discover my burdens sleep
    pardon my insurgence-im circus with thieves
    circling with fools whom couldnt hurdle the sea
    now the mistakes made, how perfect can I be?
    when none gave fucks bout how person's weep
    dreamt many angelous and not a poem can scab the dream
    perhaps im just a mishaps what yall couldnt catch
    im exactly what yall bet, a lost one without a soul intact
    ugh