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Never See Me Again
Rache! • Mehmet Burciva
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And it'll be a long time before you ever see me again, me again
They want me to hold my head in shame
So I hold it more than holding a head in shame
Comfort's on, but not a theater thing, I'm insane
I psyched them, but no, I'm not, but no, I'm not, I'm not
The devil's son told me to put down the drink, dawg
I gotta play songs to the foot of faith, dawg
I guess none of y'all don't feel the comfort you get off
I need a little something to knock the edge off
It's hard for a song, but life sucks
So I'll put on a song for my thugs
And I'll put on a song for the martyrs
And if we knew God, he'd have got us
And if he couldn't stop, couldn't guide us
I'll put on a song for society
So I'll put on a song for my riders
So I'll put on a song for my riders
So I'll put on a song for my riders
And I don't like that, and they don't like that
And they don't like that, and I don't want that
And it'll be a long time before you ever see me again
Don't worry about me, but worry about you
Don't worry about stuff, but worry what I do
Hey, motherfuckers, it'll be a long time
Before you ever see me again, me again
You see, I need some time to meditate
Nah, bitch, I'm fly, I need time to levitate
And now it's on, child, try and hesitate
I'm a thump, levitate, nigga, you a featherweight
And I'm a heavyweight, and I'm very great
I put the everyday rockin' in every state
Do not debate, you can act kate
I must've won fate, gettin' up on fate
Guess it's my fate, yes, it was written
I could sound fun, yes, I was different
Never sound fun, back then I was different
Now I spittin', everybody's here spittin'
And what it sound like when everybody sound like
What you sound like, then lumpin' them on a round mic
I don't need be down like, feelin' I'm not an outlight
And these niggas thinkin' they'll be like pimpin' around
Like trippin' around, psyched, pumpin' on a down like
I'ma be down right, you niggas is down right
Fighters, and I'ma zone by us
When I'm stretched down right, fire, I'ma call the fire
And I'ma know I'm down, don't worry about me
Don't worry about them, don't worry about you
I'm under the blue, and it'll be a long time
Before you ever see me again
Don't worry about me, don't worry about me
Don't worry about you, and honey, I know
I'm an old man, and it'll be a long time
Before you ever see me again
Don't worry about me, don't worry about you
I worry about something I can't do
You never know me, and it'll be a long time
Before you ever see me again
Me again
Don't worry about me, no, no, no, no
And it'll be a long time
Before you ever see me again
Me again
Hey, hey
Before you ever see me again
Me again
Hey, hey
It'll be a long time
Before you ever see me
Can you clap your hands, hands
Clap your, clap your hands
Clap your, clap your hands
And I'm all alone, and I am all alone from there
Can you clap your hands
Need you to clap your hands
Need you to clap your hands
Need you to clap your hands
Need you to clap your hands
Need you to clap your hands
Need you to clap your hands
Need you to clap your hands
Shows on like a section eight
While I pass the dick around like a collection plate
Like a Sunday morning sauna with the fashion eight
I'm for Sunday morning sun and that's the best you make
So if everybody is saying that and shit don't pan out
Throw your hands up, at least you're keeping a hand out
Know where the sun shone is like the Jerome is
When my sauna's off on days I'm homeless
Or feeling like Ike at the end of the movie
Get wages through two more shows just to get through me
Or feeling like Eddie Cain, I still got it
And it's something on the problem is you still not it
Or maybe if a snigger, they say I'm that nigger
Or maybe if love was not a self-inflated
Or maybe damn, I could drift, blow my shit with glitter
Maybe I should stop being real, maybe I should get on Twitter
Maybe I should know some flavor that I could reconsider
Not something that's silver to the self-inflated
And I'ma drink till I'm done until I got no more liver
And I'ma stand and deliver till the floor won't liver
And I'ma spit it like I hit it down the south
And I'm planning, I'd rather live by what I live by than die
But I'm planning, I'll lie south on the river till my very last breath
'Cause you know what, a coward dies a thousand deaths
And I pray I wasn't a thousand, not a thousand deaths
And I could stab on the south and then hell with it
You can't stab on me, nigga, I'm liable, nigg
I'm liable to be alive and then die on your dick
Turn the dial on me, tryna stab on me
Nigga, I'm liable to be a liability
A liability, I can sign a bill of deed
None of that really beats in the deed
Don't worry about me, worry about you
Worry about some, but don't worry about you
And motherfuckin' who, it'll be a long time
Before you ever see me again
So don't worry about me, and I'll be mine
I'll be your son, go up on mine
And it'll be a long time
Before you ever see me again
Me again
Don't worry about me, worry about you
Worry about you
Before you ever see me
Don't worry about what I've been up to
Where the fuck I'm goin' on, nigga, fuck you
Who the fuck is knowin' I could stomp a gong, that's it
Who the fuck is askin' I could stomp a gong, that's it
And who the fuck lastin' and be the last standin'
Call up on a van and get it by the ten and
I'll be plannin' than it, and who gon' wanna plan it
Passin' with that accent, at the moon and annexin'
All of the damn acts, left on a thunder
Goin' somewhere after all
I guess it's a small world after all
And someone on the side, 'cause I had to ball
I run the world, it's just a small world after all
And I was never after y'all
I had to launch somethin' on the Galador
And feelin' like you got it all
All the songs, numbers on all, nigga, not at all
Don't worry about me, just worry about you
'Cause I got nothin' on what you gon' do
It be a long time before you ever see me again
And callin' on the all-out, the call-outs
I'm livin' on the call-out
Last summer, last fight, and y'all had a fallout
I can tell I'm none other than the son of Woody, y'all well
Comin' under, stuffin' everything that y'all 'bout
Y'all had your ups and downs, don't fuck around
But every time all this happenin', ain't you gon' fuck around
I put this in this town, and I was somethin' nothin' now
Your feelings real somethin', y'all don't feel nothin' now
My tears dried up, I'm fumpin' the discretion list
I was undone, the lesson is, you learnin' what the lesson is
What the ebony of essence is, the genesis
I got the fetishes, hoppin' on the fetish
Runnin' through them, learnin' how to look at innocence
I wish we could just take it back to Book of Genesis
Before the look is innocent, if one of them is
Twenty-seven in the dumpin' on Fontana
Did not listen to Santa, put fans on ya
And put up front, son, and put hands on ya
She turned around, said, but really, I'm done
Motherfucker, I can tell by now
Don't worry about me, just worry about you
I got nothing, what I've got
And she said that, it'll be a long time
Before you ever see me again, me again
Don't worry about me, just worry about you
And I'll be another what I've been up to
And it'll be a long time
Before you ever see me again, me again
Don't worry about me, don't worry 'bout them
It'll be a long time
Before you ever see me again, me again
Me again
Me again
It'll be a long time
Before you ever see me again