how many days tell me how much longer it’ll take used to want was asleep not awake my thoughts were dreams I hate constantly fighting battles that incline that repay uphill the grind of the gears turns rotates cuts heels walked a lot through water not on top got ate still tryna change the hill what’s a king to a bill why’s the face for the feel when it’s dead presidents they create flows that withstand time to become evident so hopefully if dead arises evidence but before dead allowing the presence of presents a Santa clause without a cause just a boy tryna gain relevance the tables turn and fame burns the works of many men prevalence how many days will it take to be a president told me it would be okay I fell asleep before I prayed believing lies of deceitful plays the devil works days while the nights are for laying the women is fake behinds a demon your being played with not playing dreamt of being rich but what’s a king on top of a hill looking down on future satan the spawn down into date turned out the gate and made a proclamation I will change it constantly congratulating me but I’m not finished repaying my image will be dwindled and used as tinder for bacon feed the youth before you give me a place in this before you give me the crown to music singing purple rain cause what’s a king to a prince some would ask what’s a prince to a king but without the kids they wouldn’t be ritz crackers stacked up selling on islands like Jeff did sad to see the game turn into an apple no longer a message to take the fruit of a snake to gain a presence is to lose the right of passage by giving presents the tone of the cause becomes a problems intertwined with selling it tryna find a reason to fight for your reasons but can’t find shit the famous get numbers just to regret where they live
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how many days
tell me how much longer it’ll take
used to want
was asleep not awake
my thoughts were dreams I hate
constantly fighting battles that incline that repay
uphill
the grind of the gears turns rotates cuts heels
walked a lot through water not on top got ate still
tryna change the hill what’s a king to a bill
why’s the face for the feel when it’s dead presidents
they create flows that withstand time to become evident
so hopefully if dead arises evidence
but before dead allowing the presence of presents
a Santa clause without a cause just a boy tryna gain relevance
the tables turn and fame burns the works of many men
prevalence
how many days will it take to be a president
told me it would be okay I fell asleep before I prayed believing lies of deceitful plays
the devil works days while the nights are for laying
the women is fake behinds a demon your being played with
not playing
dreamt of being rich but what’s a king on top of a hill looking down on future satan
the spawn down into date turned out the gate and made a proclamation
I will change it
constantly congratulating me but I’m not finished repaying
my image will be dwindled and used as tinder for bacon
feed the youth before you give me a place in
this
before you give me the crown to music
singing purple rain cause what’s a king to a prince
some would ask what’s a prince to a king but without the kids they wouldn’t be ritz
crackers stacked up selling on islands like Jeff did
sad to see the game turn into an apple no longer a message
to take the fruit of a snake to gain a presence is to lose the right of passage by giving presents
the tone of the cause becomes a problems intertwined with selling it
tryna find a reason to fight for your reasons but can’t find shit
the famous get numbers just to regret where they live