Azizi GibsonIntro (Memoirs Of The Reaper)

[Intro] I usually don't say these type of things to people Nowadays you really can't trust anyone with your life With your ideas, with your loved ones, whatever the fuck it is But I've compiled a few stories that I felt the world could use So on behalf of the preHISTORIC crew and the Grim Reaper himself I give you Memoirs Of The Reaper   [Bridge] My third eye speaks, why you on the same shit (On the same shit) I had to leave my bitch cause she was on the same tip (On the same tip) Yeah, until we find ourselves in the Matrix I guess me and my niggas needa find us a shindig   [Hook] Yeah we party, my niggas sliding like Joy-Cons bitch She want me, she gave me molly and then she called me We loaded, my niggas golden, we keep shit going I'm rolling, don't throw the moment And text your old ones   [Verse 1: Azizi Gibson] Yeah we done did drugs tonight Living in this unfair world, we gonna get loose tonight Everybody put your cups high It's time to make a toast, fuck one time It's only 1:30, damn it's real early Poor the shots in here, baby bring it here Your body moves a lere Let me feel your rear Bouncing with no fear Damn I shed a tear   [Hook] Yeah we party, my niggas sliding like Joy-Cons bitch She want me, she gave me molly and then she called me We loaded, my niggas golden, we keep shit going I'm rolling, don't throw the moment And text your old ones   [Bridge] My third eye speaks, while you on the same shit I had to leave my bitch cause she was on the same tip Yeah, until we find ourselves in the Matrix I guess me and my niggas need to head to a shindig   [Verse 2: Azizi Gibson] We still twisting up, even tho the fat lady sung Don't matter, still put on, everybody still wanna get drunk I'm on the molly and I don't wanna talk Straight up a nigga tryna fuck Shit I deserve my nuts, I deal with too much stuff All gone now I need no cook That's a man on the couch all snook My girl always look less stuffed I like the way she move to the drums Let me use my funds Jk, she only gets one Look at how we all grown up But fuck that all my niggas roll up   [Hook] Yeah we party, my niggas sliding like Joy-Cons bitch She want me, she gave me molly and then she called me We loaded, my niggas golden, we keep shit going I'm rolling, don't throw the moment And text your old ones   Oh fuck man, were late, it's already starting (sit down)  
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