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Son.Wts - 10/31 Bars, Pt. 2 Lyrics



Son.Wts - 10/31 Bars, Pt. 2 Lyrics




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Let me give YOU FOLKS
Some true quotes...

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I'm nineteen, I might sing...
Don't get offended by the amendments, for a woman to vote...
I write to fight... Like Tyson Mike...
Grab a Microphone, as I write the wrongs...
In written letters, working overtime, getting better...
How am I ready, but not set... Don't run to a gun, that ain't shot yet...
Unless you bare to write... or dare to fight...
I wouldn't care, if life wasn't fair...
It's amusing, you use and abusing, these substances refusing...

To cope with depression, putting dope in yo vessels
Go get clean like soap and refreshen, while you hoping for blessings...

To come, like king dumbbb... I'll come to bring umm...
Bring it on, come sing along... Giving capes to my apes, I'm the king of kong...
Monkeys be, doing what monkeys see, so monkey do, I'm so ill, I Go real as monkey flu...
I swear I'm sick as f*ck, like long hair I'm slick as f*ck, I'll pick it up!

Impacts I made on society... Is defining me as the figure, I'm tryna be...
Silently quietly, while the Gods designing me... Are timelessly, fighting sleep
Defy belief until the fire reach... It's highest peak...

Is it the level of the devil...
I'll let God Nod...

It's his decision... His story is how we depict religion...

Focus on the real pics... You can have flashing shit, and still click...
Real shit, you could get killed quick... I'm balling, Like a Doctor Phil Sick...
You silly ass rabbits must feel tricked...

There was photos sent to this... The Son can help reproduce, like photosynthesis...
Like embryos, my Bro So in this bitch... New life, this flow grow infinite...
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New notes
Let me give YOU FOLKS
Some true quotes...

Thumbing through notes
I'm nineteen, I might sing...
Don't get offended by the amendments, for a woman to vote...
I write to fight... Like Tyson Mike...
Grab a Microphone, as I write the wrongs...
In written letters, working overtime, getting better...
How am I ready, but not set... Don't run to a gun, that ain't shot yet...
Unless you bare to write... or dare to fight...
I wouldn't care, if life wasn't fair...
It's amusing, you use and abusing, these substances refusing...

To cope with depression, putting dope in yo vessels
Go get clean like soap and refreshen, while you hoping for blessings...

To come, like king dumbbb... I'll come to bring umm...
Bring it on, come sing along... Giving capes to my apes, I'm the king of kong...
Monkeys be, doing what monkeys see, so monkey do, I'm so ill, I Go real as monkey flu...
I swear I'm sick as f*ck, like long hair I'm slick as f*ck, I'll pick it up!

Impacts I made on society... Is defining me as the figure, I'm tryna be...
Silently quietly, while the Gods designing me... Are timelessly, fighting sleep
Defy belief until the fire reach... It's highest peak...

Is it the level of the devil...
I'll let God Nod...

It's his decision... His story is how we depict religion...

Focus on the real pics... You can have flashing shit, and still click...
Real shit, you could get killed quick... I'm balling, Like a Doctor Phil Sick...
You silly ass rabbits must feel tricked...

There was photos sent to this... The Son can help reproduce, like photosynthesis...
Like embryos, my Bro So in this bitch... New life, this flow grow infinite...
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Writer: Keeson Coleman
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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Length: 2:30
Written by: Keeson Coleman

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