Lyrics:
lots of boys (yup)
Or kiss lots of girls
If that's something you're into
When the straight and narrow
Gets a little too straight
Roll up a joint,
did you start seeing me as a spider spinning web
Of malicious intent and you as poor, poor me
At the fire at the joint, this disinterred and broken
give you a bitch who wouldn't give you joint,
Bitches ain' shit and now I made my point,
So you can light that weed,
While I spit this rap,
And tell
to fire me
My fellow just got out da joint, thought he might be okay
But my fellow got out and got stapled 26 times the same damn day
Who wanna get
give you a bitch who wouldn't give you joint,
Bitches ain' shit and now I made my point,
So you can light that weed,
While I spit this rap,
And tell
If you save yourself for marriage, you're a bore
If you don't save yourself for marriage, you're a horrible person
If you won't have a drink, then
SIGs pop
Knife fights in the joint, I done heard that skin pop
Told my niggas, "No more goin' to jail, they givin' M's out"
Lawyers paid, sit back,
We connected forever because
He joint us together
We connected forever and
I couldn't choose nobody better
We gonna get through the seasons And it
If you save yourself for marriage, you're a bore
If you don't save yourself for marriage, you're a horrible person
If you won't have a drink, then
a shocker that their marriage
Didn't get far
Mommy crash the car
Whoops
Daddy's at the bar
Oof
Not a shocker that their marriage
Didn't get far
Never need
marriage (For marriage) money hungry steady scoping gotta get the carrots (carrots) I'm staying focused I got to get the carrots (carrots) ayeee aye free my
the hours go…
I met her in a rock and roll joint, where the carpet sticks to your shoes
The band was playing "I'm Beginning to Lie: I've Been Here Too Long
to listen to that joint L made"
Word up
That's the joint you gotta listen to, why know what I mean?
Check this out why y'all
I got the key that fits
She was a teen that used to go to church with mom and dad
But mom and dad Had a marriage that was really bad
And what's so sad it that her parents
life is on point
Smokin' on a opp, bitch, she think it's a joint
Call me skinny, but my pockets stayin' overweight
Ridin' in a double R, she think it's
I gone completely mad?
Am I lookin' at my children's dad?
White picket fence
Marriage certificate
Face I can search for in a crowd
Cute joint bank
but make you look stupid as parents
You fucking do-gooders, too bad you couldn't do good at marriage
And do you have any clue what I had to do to get
Big joints, no stress
Never Sleep, I never rest
Selling shit I never do
Blue pills get you messed
Send me the addy, the nest
I'm on the call for
no marriage and a weddin' ring
I be a player fo' life so where's my wife
Prob'ly at the rehab stuck on the pipe
'Cause she must be smokin' and I'm
no marriage and a weddin' ring
I be a player fo' life so where's my wife
Prob'ly at the rehab stuck on the pipe
Cause she must be smokin' and I'm
nuptials
A marriage falls in place
Caster
Meltdown fireblaster
Freezing heat thereafter
The lineage bears her face
Festal
Coitus-borne, material
Unworldly
the point
Cause when these knobs and joints turn to dust
All the arrows gonna point to us
So they point to us
I can't wait until we wake up
From this lucid
bout
It’s gone be worth it in the end
Counting my days till release
Make a new song then repeat
Seven joints in a week
Hoping this will be the one
a friend for? Through rich and through poor
Kinda like a marriage balanced on a different floor
A friend could tell you things that he wouldn't tell
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