Lyrics:
of Christmas cheer
I just need to catch my breath
Christmas by myself this year
Calendar picture, frozen landscape
Chill this room for twenty-four days
"thank you".
Call me loose, but you'd fuck shorty too
I'm talkin' thirty-six, twenty-four, forty-two.
She be at the Pink Teacup
Drunk of Chardonnay an'
It's four o'clock in the morning,
And I'm sick again,
Of the constant dripping,
I hear from that old tin can.
And the roof's been leaking endlessly,
block fry plantain? (boaw)
Free my G's on the landin'
I can tell by the way that my man's actin
That he's never been locked for the mad ting (likkle
out the door
And on my way to seize the day, I start to think
Did I leave something on the counter by the sink?
Check my pockets, never mind
still stop and say hello.
Using my shirt for a basket I stole 25 lemons,
From my next door neighbors tree.
I told my boss I need a few days off,
I?ve got
a second)
Sometimes I hate being in love wit' a thug (raise your hand if you feel me)
I'm always staying up late, wondering if your coming home ok
I know
on a show
When I pass by your house and blow, instead of knocking on your do'
[H.A.W.K.]
You know that opposites attract, and hoes choose macs
And how some
sayin' is real
I'm livin' a verse ever since 9
11 I've been livin' and lurkin'
Don't cross my path cause you
Don't want the outcome
By Any Means Necessary
twenty-fours (I do)
I ain't missin' a day (No, I ain't)
I'm whippin' that white girl (Okay)
Call me Mr grain
Came through registration, I was so late
(Okay,
one two three four five
and six beers later I was wild
I said baby
show me to the bed now
cus I've been sitting here since half past nine
been
My theme is I push music to driveby
I slide through, scoop up four and ride high
Strap under the seat my hood technique
As I destroy your block like
[Trip Locc]
Now my day begins late, had to get some sleep
ridin passenger in a Suburban peep
we had a ball last night, me and the crew
I'm sayin
in crime by the name of Chuck
We stormed the city, shooting shit up like Frank Nitti
We robbed kids and split the dough 50/50
One day we stuck
Foretold by prophetic eye
Scourges upon lands he never stood
Predicting our race to die
Seeing the days
Of hideous plague
When nature released disease
on the line, gotta free my mind
No more living by the rules
You can bet your bottom dollar
One fine day I will be gone
Ride into a new horizon
Lookin' back,
This old highway is just a lonely patch of blue and gray
And late at night my memory obfuscates my line of sight
And in my mind I really had no
school rumors
Man and grab microphones like pedophiles gropin late bloomers
Flow easy like your first day with white sneakers
You just a face in
to be
Those times I held you late at night?
Now I am to you only a memory
Four years and counting that's all I am
It's just wasted time gone by
I can't
to happen, It was bound to happen,
It was bound to happen, Put 'cha rollies in the air
Once again it's a day in the life of
some nigga's who insist
to the most high
Think back on my old life
Got a little bit of buzz through the grape vine
And a couple outfits on lay-buy
Mommy had to work on the late nights
trapped by trap
Always run they trap, anything just to yap
They ain’t hand it to us, just bite the hands grouping us
Into one nice stereotype to devise they
face
Lights turned off and it's the third month, the rent is late
Thoughts of being homeless, crying till you hyperventilate
Despair permeates the air
as hell so I had to drop the streets
till I got saved by them bells like I walk a harder street
come and get your bitch cause your dog is off the leash
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