Says the girl with no thyme.
I'm pretty sure people thought I was like a dope rapper.
I know these dirty cops that'll get us in if we murder some Wop.
There's no longevity, living off of negativity.
. . . in the middle of Little Italy little did we know that we riddled some middleman who didn't do diddily
Never we sleep, a thug doesn't rest, Cause a wise man said: it was a cousin of death.
I blow my own mind like Nirvana, and go the whole nine like Madonna.
Sometimes. . . I just want to run away from it all
Genius lasts longer than beauty
To mourn is to wonder at the strangeness that grief is not written all over your face in bruised hieroglyphics. And it's also to feel, quite powerfully, that you're not allowed to descend into the deepest fathom of your grief - that to do so would be taboo somehow.
No one in the Emirates is above the law and accountability.