Weeping Willows

By Daye Jack

On Hello World

Released on January 1, 2014

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[Verse 1]

What's a hiccup? What's a stick up?

How this nigga gonna be the fuckin' Jigga?

How this nigga gonna top? What's the trick, huh?

Not a poser but I'm posing for the picture

And I told 'em and I fold 'em, speak a nigga want the goals done

'cause I'm golden and I showed 'em when I bleed the blood is frozen

Said I'm nineteen and I'm hyphy, bust a nut and honey like-y

Like I'm Tyson, I'm fighting even if the nigga like me

I'm a Viking, I'm a titan, I'm a bison, I'm Poseidon

I'ma dive in, I'ma hiking, I'ma big bad, don't try me

I'm huffing I'm a-inhale I'm puffing I'm a-inhale

I'ma blow down the whole house and the fucking nigga inhale

Its a showdown, I'ma go down say fuck them niggas inhale

I'ma pull down my drawers now to the fucks too niggas inhale

'causе you fucking losers make me fucking losе it

And I told all your broke ass can suck this nigga's-(We weeping now)


[Hook]

Oh hoo oh hoo oh hoo oh hoo ohhh

Can't hear the child

Broken, so emo, his voice is broke

The ceiling now

Slowly moves from sky to loser's height

I pay the price

All I am is me, so let me die

We weeping now


[Verse 2]

What's a loser? What's a boozer?

What's a biddy bitch slap whose abuser?

What's a nigga that can rap super duper?

I'm a nigga, I'm a sinner

Who's the benefactor to my [faxes? On a fast to stabbin' masters, sold to soldiers, fight the niggas, fallen paxes]

Who can tell me what the plan of action or the passage? What's the truth? "What's the path that makes shit happen?" niggas askin'

I can hear you as I eat my taffy, tear you off a piece of taffy

And tore up pieces in equal pieces pass 'em

I'm prepared to make panoramas in evening for gaining pounds for the dinners with winners, smiles and an artichoke

Guess I listened to peppered pipes and the Peter, so lifted, the scenic kite, but a sinner, the nigga ought to choke

I think I'm falling, must think I've fallen

My sneaks blue, so the feeling needs no option

This man, a fool, a used tool in the garden

But his used stone needed still bleak still dropping

So confuse me breathing not needed, why god?

I can do what I does but the buck has to dro-(We weeping now)


[Hook]