Lyrics:
Yeah
What's this
Yeah, Where I'm at
Never never never land
High as fuck, Peter Pan
Can't forget who I am
Hard times, Had to stand
Work it out, I got
get?
Another day older and deeper in debt.
St Peter don't you call me cause I can't go:
I owe my soul to the company store.
Well, I was born one
a Four-Tay
Dawn to the PM steppin to the AM so listen to what I'm sayin
Be a Mellow Man Masta Mix the Ace with the Spade
And when you race past the 3rd Bass
my weight on,
Hit yo bitch off,
And then I skate on,
Lay on, me,
Nigags can't touch this,
Try to rush this? (shit)
Fuck this,
Get the fuck out
fly, they really just some moths
Softer than the cloth, runnin' out the mouth
Niggas know what I am about, I am from the South, bitch
Wanna get
how to mellow in, this promise to be stormed
I got sore hands from building brick by brick
A wall to weather any storm but loves hurricane
Has me
me, talkin' like y'all can't be touched
See by the time y'all realized, I be done touched you up
Blazed you up, your whole style, chump nigga, what?
the hors-d'oeuvres
Then munch-out time, hit the wine, get mellow
Cleared off the table and his hello-jello
I can't express the feeling that I get
So I just lay
an empire
I feel like the Romans
Real strength it start on the inside
Raising awareness
Can't control the pain
I control the Wav
Get higher to keep it all
gone out!
KWIRK
No, you fool! You?ve leaned on the button! Turn the viewer back on! Now get the phasers on that bird.
LOUD VOICE
I am an Angel
As we make love by the fire
I'd be a liar if I said it wasn't my desire
What I envisioned this Christmas
As the glow of the embers off the fire got you
done left for Sprint
And the truth can't get through to the electorate, we're still gettin' duped
By the pundits that they choose, don't like the view,
And the truth can't get through to the electorate, we're still gettin' duped
By the pundits that they choose, don't like the view, then call it fake news
But they
marching but I'm bout' the bands
Make the billboard that's apart of the plan
This for momma's momma got to get the grands huh
Yea yea
I know that boy fake by
Bought some land, that's what's up
This is not up for debate
No matter what, I'ma get me some cake
I'ma count my blessings if I can't count my days
in my path
Fires lit up under my ass
So tear me down, I'll outlast (last)
A love was lost
Awake I tossed
Turned a page to get my point across
Tried
and a back that's strong
You load sixteen tons, what do you get?
Another day older and deeper in debt
Saint Peter don't you call me 'cause I can't go
I
and a back that's strong
You load sixteen tons, what do you get?
Another day older and deeper in debt
Saint Peter don't you call me 'cause I can't go
I
and a back that's strong
You load sixteen tons, what do you get?
Another day older and deeper in debt
Saint Peter don't you call me 'cause I can't go
I
me, talkin' like y'all can't be touched
See by the time y'all realized, I be done touched you up
Blazed you up, your whole style, chump nigga, what?
giving you hell
That ain't no gas I could tell by the smell
Can't get a ring cause the bih' not a bell
You better watch how you talk to me baby
13 in 30 I
and reckless, you ain't gangsta what you scared for?
I'm sayin' you ain't buying, get the fuck up out the spot
I'm on timing for violence, can't be makin' my shit
hello-jello
I can't express the feeling that I get
So I just lay back and light up a cigarette
And try to be cool, collected, and calm
He tells me my fortune
and again and again, and that isn't all
I gave my love to you each time to make amends
Suddenly I start to realize I can't make it
Pretty birds fly away, I
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