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Everyday we celebrate, everyday a better day
I just dropped "Bucket List", Walter bout to drop a tape
Everything goin' perfect, couldn't paint
friends down
Until ya family up"
If I bring the fish by they cookin'
It's a fish fry
My friends make the fish fly but
They ain't playin' Candy Crush
I don't
Those are facts so I don't wanna hear
All this big money shit like
You be hustlin' matter of fact
You say one thing I don't like tonight
I'ma be petty
of a master
You never thought you'd be bodied by a bastard
A bachelor who backspin on breakbeats
Break necks of broke souls who hate me
Hate he? you can't
I sport a brim
And when my girls
Go to the mall
Around the world
And keep the change
The finest things
We still remain so oh
[Chili]
You
the world
And keep the change
The finest things
We still remain so ooh
You don't even look from across the room
You don't know enough about this world
And say America's some motherfuckin' apple pie
Yo, you gotta be high to believe that
You're gonna change the world by a sticker on a record sleeve
Cos
And say America's some motherfuckin' apple pie
Yo, you gotta be high to believe that
You're gonna change the world by a sticker on a record sleeve
Cos
the world
And keep the change
The finest things
We still remain so ooh
You don't even look from across the room
You don't know enough about this world
And say America's some motherfuckin' apple pie
Yo, you gotta be high to believe that
You're gonna change the world by a sticker on a record sleeve
Cos
fist in the sky If you stand for change
It's time to do what's right
Take your brother by the hand 'cause together we gonna fight
It's time stop
ever
Writing with the pen, illustrated by Walter
Visioning my future, don’t know how so long
I flip my coin to the wishing well, please don’t flip me off
sometimes find
That Sun City is in the mind
I was just watching the TV the other night
The should appear but you know
Walter Cronkite said the Blues
And it
well on my conscious
Things ain't gon change
That's some nonsense, yea
How you act like you forgot me
That's that bullshit
But I be on my bullshit too
america's some motherfuckin' apple pie
Yo, you gotta be high to believe that
You're gonna change the world by a sticker on a record sleeve
'Cause once you
the "WHAT ARE THOSE" let the strings hang, my my how things change
I was Baby Boy, now I'm fucking cougars all around the crib like I'm Ving Rames
Beat
you try to lie and lie
And say america's some motherfuckin' apple pie
Yo, you gotta be high to believe that
You're gonna change the world by
And talking with haste
I'll be the ace
My shoes are laced
It's an easy race
And I'll take first place
No time to waste
I'm no disgrace
I'm tryna change
señorita
WhatsApp only I'm overseas
I'm in Beverley Hills I might phone Genita
I came here to change the game
But as time went by the game made me change
excuse for the murders of Rashard Brooks or Walter Scott
God, I know you hear us Please help us make a change Too many babies dying Say Their Name Say
Can’t live that nine till five no lie I tried
Felt pointless how you all get by
So I said fuck that now I’m here frogger hoping on a new track
Walter
traverse by the grace
We rejoice in the hopes
Patient in the tribulat'
Never worry bout a thing
Keep the prayer, supplicate
In everything, give thanks
I've been moving calculated
And I count that shit by the rack I know these niggas hating
And I run this shit at night just call me Walter Payton
Gotta
on change shit
I been waiting since June yeah
I can tell how by the waves switch
I can tell by the moon
Still hold the city down yeah
Just me and my goons
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