Texty:
In Pieces A Burn Covered With A Smile

bye. i can imagine your face with a smile and a thought of "i'm glad." maybe you'll get your wish. maybe your shooting star will crash down on you and burn

gettin covered with blankets? It's just a one-eight-seven on your motherfuckin' crew I'll have your brains doin' donuts like you in a rental Flip fools with

state, I'm never outta bounds My life used to be empty like a glock without a round Now my life full, like a chopper with a thousand rounds [Gunshots

town Gotta Chris Paul mind state, I'm never outta bounds My life used to be empty like a glo­­ck without a round Now my life full, like a chopper with a

I'm just a token of your flirtation Nothing more than a description You're just a guy, just a kid from a place where your philosophy is a catastrophe

your album's trash, from the skit to the covers I tear the plastic off it an' use it for a rubber, I'm I'm the G.O.A.T., I just ball a lot (L L) An'

any chain never have to talk to a stranger in the street liking the abuse *In A Moment This is a place where everything is green and bright in a momomomomoment If you stay a

All the times you've dripped right through my hands I'd cover you with anything you want My arms only reach so far There are so many pieces Burn down

of a fascist dictator. It was a callous and savage piece of electioneering Designed to cover up horrific domestic problems. At a time when a peaceful