Texty:
Every Time I Die Cities And Years

I met the road and I've slept with thousands of miles since the day I was born. our shoes are milled to the sole and our souls are skin and bones. if

but I met the road and I've slept with thousands of miles since the day I was born. our shoes are milled to the sole and our souls are skin and bones.

time but now I'm re-energized The life and times of a mastermind Dedicate every breath to claim my designs, mine And the day I die, let a G4 fly And

itself and autotunes Cause now I'm in the Aston I went from having my city locked up To getting treated like Kwame Kilpatrick And now I'm fantastic Compared to a weed high And

a million dollar but still manage to sink I can stop for 10 years and still be 5 years in front of ya What do ya want? And mad wealth, but you fuckin

? What? Trick what? Lace who? I ain't amazed, boo 5 years a nigga that'll fuck you and tape you and show it to your face, boo Not behind your back And

is what I tell God I made it, upgraded, man I found me a dream and I chased it I was wasting time in and out of cages Now I?m in that S6, feels like

... down ... Nobody care about the poor and the needy To be exactly ... to the rich and the greedy For every year ... I am... ... One more time, we got no more time

I can't cope Never made no sense to me one day I hope it will And that's that, sport, sport Pray I live to see the day when seven's happily married