Eternal Yard Dash

Lyrics

Ha Ha Haa Ha Ha Ha HA Ha Ha Ha
 Come on cuz, we almost there
 We almost there cuz
 Goddamn, where the finish line?
 (what)(11x)
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 Fuck this shit, I need some cheese
 And I need it quicker than nestle
 If I have to kill then God bless me
 All these pussy motherfuckers, they shouldn't have test me
 Left me looking like the villain, I was thinking of ending
 Nobody knew what I was going through
 All these motherfuckers saying what they gonna do
 But then again all these motherfuckers ain't true
 So who am I gonna trust, am I going on and bust
 Myself nigga, damn this shit
 Fuck riding round' nigga, fuck being rich
 I can't take it, the shit to thick
 And it ain't my fault
 So I ought to give the motherfucker telling lies to me
 Hey the say, what its gonna be, but empty pockets all I goddamn see
 D-E-F, no ones left, then again, shit no ones right
 I'm a kill my damn self the night
 I get fear, it ain't my fault he couldn't fight
 It ain't like, when I motherfucking die, this whole world gonna fall apart
 But it's a race, and I got a bad heart
 Breath in the mouth, and I got a head start
 I'm running for nothing, I'm running for nothing (7x)
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 So I'm gonna kill myself
 A motherfucker tellin' me what he gonna do
 When I knew the motherfucker wouldn't do shit
 A nigga tease you, then a nigga leave you
 Cause he heard that the shit done got thick, punk bitch
 I'm in the mood for cocaine
 The only thing I see when a nigga look
 Come and get the baking soda, let me split the powder open
 then I got this dope when the shit cook
 What it took for me to really understand if it really don't matter
 What the fuck you been through
 If a motherfucker see you doin' better, my nigga I'm here to tell ya'
 Motherfuckers gonna hate you
 Not a clue, If I really wanna new motherfucking 22.
 two years was that far away
 I never would have had a chance and would have killed Pastor Troy on yesterday
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 hook
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 This heaven, where the streets of gold, and why the hell is the a/c off
 Where the fuck, all the loved ones that I lost
 Fuck this shit, take me to the boss
 Do you understand the cost, ever paid
 In order for me to be here tonight
 Nigga whats up, something ain't right
 Tell the Lord to turn on the damn light
 Feeling like an angel when I take flight
 Shit, as I try I'm on the damn mic
 All my pounds tune out my damn sight
 Look, why the fuck I was packed so tight
 Nigga I ain't Mike I'm Micah
 Think I'm in the wrong spot
 Not only do I have on black, its too hot
 But why my K motherfucker ain't shot
 I got those halos, hello, motherfucker shit nigga, I'm talking to you
 Slap the clip in the tech 22.
 Let the shit fly going straight through
 Now I got a clue, where the fuck I'm at
 Shawty want the tech and a nigga want the bud
 Nigga just bleedin', motherfucker out of blood
 Looking at me smilin', asking me what
 I got cuts, but cuts got down
 everyday shit I can't tell
 Went from dwellin' in hell on earth, now I'm living inhaling hell
 

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Duration
04:09
Key
8
Tempo
88 BPM

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