9 lives by Harlee Quinn

Got eyes on the five-O with guys on devices, spying on the fetty and the buy, both/ Got eyes on the light (No I don't, cuz' the only kind of light I know is right beside)// Be advised I'm a sniper rifle with a right-to-lifer dead-center in my sight (go team!)/ Thick smoke til' the day goodbye/ A full tray of "try" it's alright/ motherfucker I Drive

Got eyes on the queen of the 585/ Yeah she a rider and she ridin' with me/ Kinda just kept it low pressure but after gettin' with me, she said I'll be your sex slave forever"/ I said "yes please!"// Got eyes on a dime piece/ and if I forget how hard she make a dude nut, she remind me/ somethin' when she's cummin' on my dick about the satisfied look-- and then she bites her lip...

What up Tyler, I drive

I'm a man of honor/ i'm a man of respect/ I'll admit my integrity's kinda hungry/ it ain't eaten today yet/ don't feed it enough, really/ Birthday comin' up, I'm deserving of all this stuff (...REALLY...?)//// Just kiddin', it ain't like that at all/ "It's easy to say when from the beginning, you've had it all"/ "It's easy to say when mommy and daddy knew how to ball"-- Mommy knew how to murder, daddy barely knew how to crawl. All the "rich kid" murmurs stopped hurtin' me/ linchpins to exhibit a sick man's perversions/ we zig-zag in circles/ the big bad was Merck/ and that name? Ya damn right I'd be afraid of gettin' murdered, so it's//// "38 Special" needs, part of the time, when dirty hate speech is part of my mind/(I'm sorry, Kate!) These "on occasion" certain traits that artists aquire, that a person is meant to partly abide////

I ain't even caught my prime

Hibernating all the way until ott-nine

I can't even dream of a shot worth dyin' for

"The Devil want mine"--you can see that's a dyin' horse

Bouta coulda killed a fuckboy

For a minute I was in it: "out of luck, boy", grammar hound about to grab a sentence

And I duck boys never

When I said I have integrity, I meant it;Tryna learn to not replace it but amend it////

Got eyes on the five-O

Spyin' on my vices

Smoke a lot but rarely gettin' high, tho

Got eyes on the drivers gettin' mad

Psych! Only "gettin" on my mind is "maybe gettin' head"

Got eyes on the rear view

(sides, too!)

Eyes on the mirror when I hit it from behind

Somethin' bout an angel in her prime on this side of the line, is so uncommon to find

I love haters

I drive.

Playlist excerpt ("Clarity") by Harlee Quinn

Playlist by Harlee Quinn

GotEyes Sample by Harlee Quinn

1st Chorus: It ain't nobody's to fix except my own, on the mornings when I wake up with a twist in my bones; parchment in muscle, but so what--fuck it, at least now I know real application for how a lack of potassium goes.

V1: It's eight, I wake up to face a new day/ First thing I see: it's Kate with no makeup, the way that I take her; that way then I can see the details of her beautiful face without the fake-out of Ulta, MAC, or Marc Jacobs, no thanks!//// When she's asleep, still, her features present a sentiment of peace/ It gets peaceful in her vicinity with ease// And she eats well (I don't mean alot, I mean 'not a lot of grease')/ Even bacon fat get leaner when she add it to the heat//// Even racist dad is happy when he's had her craft cuisine, and he's famous for hatin' anything someone make him to eat/ She's the greatest, times like inifinity-- yeah, that's my queen/ She get me faded off the shape of that ass inside of dem jeans////

2nd Chorus: It ain't nobody else responsibility on the evenings practicing baby-making's killed in the crib/ Those M-Box 30's/ They sure do play dirty/ that's what it is// threatening to end legend and legacy and breath for my dick////

V2:Friday I take off to pick up my dope/ it's been a real pain in my dick since this bullshit south of the border//I'm sick of the lack of order/I'm sick of the lack of hope/mass lowering of morale and the gallows are short on rope//// OR I'm sorta startin' to lose it/ I'm sorta startin' to break/ Like, not really; I'm great, feel me?/ Or maybe "sort of okay"//See I'm happy, I'm blessed, and I'm ready--in my corner is Kate/ In the enemy's corner's fetty/ Bet any idiot takes him a//// piece of that damn action/ an Opportunity, ya'll, to be great/ To be Sam Jackson in anything for a change// IT's celestial DNA in a nymphomaniac case, and a hot poker to motivate me out of this haze////

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