Qualmes - The High Road lyrics

rate me

I may beat my baby mama

JK!

I’m JK

But she’s a bitch

Man you know what

This some bitch

Slow you role

Hold up!

Same shit different day

New stains, hung the pains

Living with my poker face

I own, I can cut the grass with a shovel

Snake job I’m essential

Man I bring the to eye level

No witness, no eye fellows

Snaking on Portobello

Catch my buried axe

Like Cobain’s fingers on Crone marrow

I ain’t ever said I call myself an underachiever

Even with ...

I abuse Porsche pillows

And then cutting my sisters

From ...to

I’m a classic like a piece played by yo

Yo Marcello

There were blood, sweating tears

Like JFK’s cutting in

My life ain’t never been simple

Watch Cassie eat my...

Fuck being sentimental

Got a crazy babe

But mama, where she been?

Cut the drama

...cannot fool me

For over fill with drama

Connect from Tijuana

Plug in to the cocktail

Only heard my boys staying

And even though I’m not still

Underground cousin even made a few mistakes

Feel free to steal back soaking in the light

He had another fall, he’s about to break

Beating down the yellow brick road

I’m gonna be the best break

Hold me ask get the faith

I don’t mean I live on holy

You a one man show

I got a Rasta Genovese

Yeah, look I make this shit like nigger are slashing it

Who shoot ...took with a pork ass selling them

Who religion is probably prowling ever

I hope that only way they see us is only never ever

Songs on white Ts can’t afford that

But don’t you mess the pregnancies

And I hope that’s not enough

But at least she’s staying

Now turn that blue holding

Unwrap

She’ll lead the small victories

And wonder how many days left

Till that reign is doomed

I’ll diss her in a view

But ask her...

Feeling light’s a one view

What opportunity offers to stepping over?

No fucked up and drop side case controllers

Game and rules stump

Excelling these black lungs

But backing that recipe in a stow

So every bitch come

60 seconds or less

Stay on my less

No checkers in

Just chess

I’ll check her

She asked and she had breeze

And said what’s recess?

Recession

I’m employed

Proving this session

Overtime, overrama

More than my hands hurt them

Who ever shine?

And who the stomps lie?

Heroes die

I’m writing history in the future

I’m living forever

I’ll fade

They won’t catch

Nobody won’t

Now never