pound, live as sirens, duckin the sound I used to hustle with my moms til the sun came My homey Harm doin time from this drug game Stolen cars, war scars
find away, To see the light beyond tragedies, and take what life is giving me. I know that I?ll find my way to paradise. Now I see with open eyes, and
hold on tight... Too scared to be alive? Salvation suicide calling me! A long way to hell My spoiled paradise has met this dead end Cause I live
this) I'm a 19 year old fucking emotional coaster with pipe dreams Since Kanye tweeted telling people he's bumping all of my shit These mothafuckas think I'm supposed to live
a pound, live as sirens, duckin the sound I used to hustle with my moms til the sun came My homey Harm doin time from this drug game Stolen cars, war scars
you're gonna find it For every challenge could have paradise behind it And though it might make one or two [?] [?] just what you had And if you accept what you have lost
with murder Religious fervor [Hook] Something like love, something like hope Something like beautiful, something I wrote But postcards from paradise rarely sent to me Postcards from paradise
Started stealing anything I could move Now I'm thirteen, with something to prove Buddha hit me with a twenty-two That started my career with a tool Nothing
couch for a week all watching old elvira videos on tv yeah hee hee hee, laugh it up. you don't live like I do: at the mercy of any sister with wrist scars
Better believe me love (we living in the paradise of fools) Yo Pharoahe (right?) Remember I met Yvette in Dallas, Tex (That cool queen long blonde chick with