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villa with a view - justus oldsport lyrics

(verse 1)
take notice my brothers hovering floating and watching over me
overly openly focused poking her ovaries
order the doja this this moment, need to be holding g’s
my microphones a thermometer way i’m recording heat
i’ve come to see the world for what it really is
after psylocybin turn to psylocyn
my sight is slightly bent
i bend a corner bet the coroner afford his rent
he love his job so much he don’t look forward to checks
only b-tch i love is my dog
i don’t give a f-ck what u saying not at all mayne
i’m a problem to these f-ckas’ getting air play-
not a dollar, makes sense i can’t spare change
speaking scriptures up in every project
if gods real then i’m muf-cking god sent
these days everybody coming round tryna’ tell they been with it off the rip since the beginning
nah don’t lie to me
lie to the f-cking judge
primarily a poet, secondly a plug
anything you need i could get it in
cubensis adderal lean move like a militant
run like immigrants imminent from the border
been penny pinching so long i feel intimate with quarters
got the best carcinogens so you be in denial
hit this sh-t one time and turn your brain to pico de gallo f-cka’

(bridge) (x3)
young kings get they heads cut off
i use a guillotine to cut the head off a cigar mayne

(chorus)
heard you want a villa with a view
but ain’t no window in a coffin
swear to god muf-ckas gotta stop it
if there’s a god then i’m muf-ckin’ god sent
i don’t need your company i need your wallet
these muf-ckas’ copy me
they need to stop it
ain’t been heard a word of what the f-ck they talking
if you not talking progress need to stop it

(verse 2)
if you not talking progress muf-cka’
you need to stop it muf-cka’
i seen a lot of my brothers turn into brutus
i’m julius why the f-ck you had to do it
y tu brut? i never would’ve knew it
it’s like were all in prison
either in or out the system
room mate or a cell mate
i hope you make the right decision
sinners sinning that’s a given in these writtens
you see the work of lenon yeah in every sentence
sinners sinning that’s a giving in these writtens
lord forgive me had to muf-ckin’ k!ll em mayne
toast to a god in the flesh
blessed by presence i’m a m-th-f-ckin’ veteran
once again my whole life blessed
see me doing well and see me moving onto better sh-t

(chorus)

- justus oldsport lyrics

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