Lyrics:
with the Yeezy and the Jeezy
And oh yeah, the Weezy
Left me right where, where you leave me
I got it all, it's no need to tease me
I'm coming in the game
grown up
And now she's gone
I let her go without a second thought maybe girl, I'm oughta love you
But I'm all out of love too
She could be an angel, cause
the party, you're Bitch on the Molly, she mixing it up With some xans,
She chasing drugs, like I'm catching Body's, she Count up the pills while I Count up
to see the judge's credentials.
you're only as good as you look, I'm always told.
red right, white left,
famous or nameless, what'll it be?
cover
look at me
They ain't happy I made it
Mum looks at me like where's
The daughter I was raising?
She was gone long time
She was way too gracious
Always
of the magic Michael left this world
And I ain't leaving even if I know that
Sometimes I drive on the wrong side
Somehow I'm terrified
Some days I will stay
Won't last too long when you're fakin the funk
I'm the master rapper, so unique
Clap my hand when I want my freak
You can't deny it, you know I'm right
as she sees the penis creaming
Reason all the broads are getting swept off their feet?
I was cleaning up the garbage now they're left in a heap
I'm not
on the attack
You took from me
I'm taking it back
Cause it's a fact
You're guilty
Of stealing from Black
It's only Rock and Roll
But we started that
You will
From hell
Right out of the cell
I prevail through any spell
You tossing
I'm crossing you up
Pump fake once
The nigguh jumped, hmm
Throwing chi blasts all
you're gone
E, now you're standing in my sight
R, losing half your life
Nowhere left to run
When you're sitting in a stun
Timer ticking down to 1, W,
a second get to thinking you're irreplaceable
So go ahead and get gone
And call up on that chick and see if she is home
Oops, I bet ya thought that I didn't
How you feel
Overseas flow, take your ho over the water
She ain't never seen a nigga say "bonjour"
I got left wrist and it
Looks like it's a clock
Oh my
feeling like Elvis, huh
And she want a seat right on my pelvis
Never had shit but a dice roll
Saw the scenes through a telescope
Skinny nigga call me
right hand (brrt, brrt)
Pyrex in my left (chef, chef)
Chef up the bomb ting (chef, chef, chef)
Spirit Bomb (bomb, bomb)
You niggas on a long ting
back
Nailed her to the ceiling when I'm pushing on her pelvis
See my tattoo of Elvis when I'm tearing up her cat
I'm a perfect imperfection
My
I remove myself
She left I wish she stay
It's my fault about giving hearts out we gone fall out anyway
If I go tomorrow
Tell my mama put weed in my
no comparison, this right here be kerosene
Carousel, parasail, I'm higher than everything
What I spit? You can't drink it, like you're seventeen
I
want me back
I'm sitting by the phone
Realizing she ain't ever coming home (oh oh oh, ooh)
You're gonna need me, need me one day
Mmm, you're gonna
Nothing I can change today
Guess I'm just here to shine light
To try and help someone else, and save you all the heartache
Before you're writing shortlists
you're gone)
Right by my side
(When you're gone)
It may be all just a dream
(I just don't want to be lonely)
But one day
(I'd rather be loved)
the morning and it's all gone
Best believe I'ma get it right back
It's the hustler in me I know you like that
You probably think I'm with a different broad
right a wrong
Just walk away
Those windows say
But I can't believe she's gone
When you're still waiting for the snow to fall
Doesn't really feel
went to college
That no good son left home
That old mother worked her finger to the bone
And sent that boy to school
She gets on her knee and scrub
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