Lyrics:
hell
As you can can tell saved by the bell
This ain't a game I've got control
Lamar on the hold Kicks to the chest
Put you in a hole 6 feet me times 3
I
the loving game
Blowing up my phone save my contact by my other name
SugaDaveDaddy she craving for the SugaCane
She tells me I'm the only one that makes her
thinking about this all day
All good, there's a reason that we called, Dave
let me start with your background
Where you come from?
Sure, I was undergrad down
Well there was an old hermit named dave
Who lived by himself in the woods in a cave
Ate from a turtle shell, slept on a bath skin had a seven foot
Dickies and a Carhartt vest
I'm a farmer through and through, don't confuse me with the Left
Eauzone what I'm reppin' thundercloud on my chest
Other teams
suits that come made to measure
I drew the thin line between love and hate
Double date, what you drinkin'? Let me cut the games
Backstab a man, I'd
on the record.
I'd written 'You really got me' as tribute to all those great blues people
I love: Leadbelly and Big Bill Broonzy. And Dave was playing the song
even trying
You don't scare me at all
If you did a drive-by, I'd wave!
It's so cute when you rap
It's like I'm watching my dad
Tryna use an iPad
we gonna go ontop of the world (Amen)
Some of them wanna be like HEgang (Amen)
Tell them Dave Fortune nigga tell them we the master
Cuz we coming out
tell you we paid more
You love a good hand whenever the card dealt
But what love got to do with it when you don't love yourself?
I do what I wanna
slugs struck the Escalade
Your brain rest on what Motor City paved
No more sunny days
(Seven by seven) Rule seven, some'in you better tell 'em
Good
nothin'
They shook about what I'ma say, but textin' your phone like, "We already won"
You tell me what I shouldn't say, but fuck it, my nigga, it's
something like, the sound I’d like to,
Make myself, so tell me, what inspiration lays upon your shelf, and how do you separate yourself?”
I replied with
This nigga here, man, I don't even get it, I just
I'm mad, son, I'm mad
Tell me, what the fuck is you mad at?
I came up from nothin' and got it,
apparently for some reason he just ain't happenin'
I call this brother mr. pitiful
I wanna tell you somethin' about him, check it out
The story begins in
leave that bitch anemic (cold)
Me and Dave East, nigga, that's what we wit'
Harlem thirties with that LBC shit
Paper what we get, avoidin' the preset
somebody killed my son
That mean somebody gettin' killed"
Tell me what you do for love, loyalty
And passion of all the memories collected
Moments you could
good you stay away
And leave me to myself
Did you run away for a sunny day?
Want to try another way
Something tells me to hide away
From the mirror
Mr. Kanye West, you know!
Can't forget, Stack Bundlez, what up b?!
Uh, Poo Bear
Everybody showin' me love my whole Fort Minor family!
Styles
we get away from home
Tell me where you wanna go
Feel like Dave cause I wanna know, I wanna know
All of your stories, will you stand by me
In all of my
Dave, what up, man? It's me, um
Just callin' to see, if possible
If you have any time today or within the next couple of days
If, if, you're in
gun out
In self-defense beyond a shadow of a doubt
Is what they all agreed to tell the police
Digger Dave said, No, y’all are on your own with this
...oh, hey! What! Dave, is that you? Yeah? What day is it? Saturday. Saturday? What do you mean, I've been
in here a week? I have? I don't
you cool
Better look out now though, Dave's got somethin' for you
Tell ya what it is
I'm your ice cream man, stop me when I'm passin' by, oh, my,
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