ON MY WAY TO THE MOON
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Mxney mxgly from the dark side of the moon
Broke my heart when I left tryed to fortify the wound
With uh drugs the sort that I consume
Made it farther then I thought of thought I would sort of die soon
But uh still here though dancing like a wierdo
Coming up out the bottom made our heart below zero
Free my brother Hussein free my wodie Jiro
Holding back a tear woe they holding down the tier though
Time my homie Miro climbing balconies for licks
He got dat super step be trying to alchemy the mix
This bout to be the shit for no reason what so ever
Shit had to get fucked up for this shit could git better
Was losing it for a bit got a little unteatherred
Picked up the pieces like a G stuck them bitches back together
We wethered all the weather made my leather look weathered
Got the future in my eyes that bitch had never lookeded better
Berse too it get worse too
Fuck all dat personal shit I am bout to murder this bitch
These little bullet hit you do a vertical flip
Land on your neck awkwardly heard a verterbrea shift
Ugh ouchy wouchy can you fix em doctor Fauci
Net bangers feeling couchy what you get for actin grouchy
Dog you trying to house me first you need a house whore
Throwing up my household and my woes is outdoors
Ugh like I said something special
I don't know where we went but I am sure we crossed the threshold
In the club with a dresscode looking like a bum woe
All black with a strap to match feeling gungho
Yeah I keep a gun close and I got dat clean bitch
But the latter ain't the shit I got to clean with
Keep a sweeper in the crib bitch sweep like mean witch
You was probably thinking she a green witch
Mxney mxgly from where the wild things from
And the whole world burning just a sign of things to come
But eh making the most of the time left
Book of matches cooking batches something like a Iron Chef
Balling like the IMF that's a insider joke
Till then got twenty twin twins twins of fire coke
I sold them guys soap 500 for some hope
Politik on a beat shieet that's why my rhymes is dope
I'm trying to find a boat seven tray on four ounces
But i couldn't afford the feet had to pay for more counselers
My legal counsel told me that i am way to real for rap
District attorney going to use my shit in court an push appeals back
Curious kill cats and traps kill wolvez
Bet you after I die my trap stilll boom
We don't tell no stories bet he take them to the tomb
Until then sipping Glen on my way to the moon
Broke my heart when I left tryed to fortify the wound
With uh drugs the sort that I consume
Made it farther then I thought of thought I would sort of die soon
But uh still here though dancing like a wierdo
Coming up out the bottom made our heart below zero
Free my brother Hussein free my wodie Jiro
Holding back a tear woe they holding down the tier though
Time my homie Miro climbing balconies for licks
He got dat super step be trying to alchemy the mix
This bout to be the shit for no reason what so ever
Shit had to get fucked up for this shit could git better
Was losing it for a bit got a little unteatherred
Picked up the pieces like a G stuck them bitches back together
We wethered all the weather made my leather look weathered
Got the future in my eyes that bitch had never lookeded better
Berse too it get worse too
Fuck all dat personal shit I am bout to murder this bitch
These little bullet hit you do a vertical flip
Land on your neck awkwardly heard a verterbrea shift
Ugh ouchy wouchy can you fix em doctor Fauci
Net bangers feeling couchy what you get for actin grouchy
Dog you trying to house me first you need a house whore
Throwing up my household and my woes is outdoors
Ugh like I said something special
I don't know where we went but I am sure we crossed the threshold
In the club with a dresscode looking like a bum woe
All black with a strap to match feeling gungho
Yeah I keep a gun close and I got dat clean bitch
But the latter ain't the shit I got to clean with
Keep a sweeper in the crib bitch sweep like mean witch
You was probably thinking she a green witch
Mxney mxgly from where the wild things from
And the whole world burning just a sign of things to come
But eh making the most of the time left
Book of matches cooking batches something like a Iron Chef
Balling like the IMF that's a insider joke
Till then got twenty twin twins twins of fire coke
I sold them guys soap 500 for some hope
Politik on a beat shieet that's why my rhymes is dope
I'm trying to find a boat seven tray on four ounces
But i couldn't afford the feet had to pay for more counselers
My legal counsel told me that i am way to real for rap
District attorney going to use my shit in court an push appeals back
Curious kill cats and traps kill wolvez
Bet you after I die my trap stilll boom
We don't tell no stories bet he take them to the tomb
Until then sipping Glen on my way to the moon