Lyrics:
The kind of music, old-school funk
It was the first time I got off the truck
The music made me lose control
The lead singer asked if we were having
The first will be last right now I'm just still in class
old school had to seek then listen to Christ realize I was cold too
looking for god so I can glow
that pound game on her, beat it up she deep in a coma
I'm super paid, 2 shows a day
My rollie gold, no time to waste
What it do Berg, my fuckin'
white enough
Everyone will know
That the tie I'm wearing
Is a symbol
Of how nimble mv mind will know
Ooh-ooh!
(swine suave!)
Look out!
Here he comes
shit away and I was the last one to know, bitch (ayy)
I heard you comin' in, I was lyin' there awake
Didn't know that it was you, got the gun right out
back in the burbs
I'm ready to splurge, about to put you niggaz in perms
The first and the third, is the day that I usually reserve
To get this money
But I'm down by law and I know my way around
Too much, too many people, too much (aha-ha)
Too much, too many people, too much, Raaah!
A castle
ticket, and I told the judge, erm... "Let me tell you something, and you listen and you listen good, I'm only gonna say this one time and one time only, I
threw different wards
Giving away my demos
From Houston to Brooklyn
On tight ass beats
Flying coach man
I hate these fuckin
Tight ass seats
I knew
the breeze)
I just listen as he sings (I just listen as he sings)
Right here with you (Right here with you)
The first time I've felt free
Let's get
Way away
watch the days pass by
No time to get high music on my mind all the fu-fucking time I make it right
So I sit down and right so committed to the vision
admit it, how ever since the first day (first day)
That without knowin' that I signed my publishin' away (away)
I admit it, I was young and caught up
I tried to plant seeds in ground that wasn’t fertile
And maybe I kept running while you decided
Our time ran its course
And maybe I’m still lying
the window pain
Baby give me time I could show you things
Hundred bitches but they ain't you
All these bitches I done ran through
Energy I'm trying to match
to decide
'Cause I get so high (I get so high)
Put it on God and try not to lie
We gotta get by (put that on God)
First of the month I gotta re-up
I'm
locks
Im out the psych ward
I can't even sell it by the gram
Don't got no price for it
She love it when I'm being rude
What the fuck I'm nice for
Hold
and strife
From a Buick to a Beamer, ambitions of a dreamer
Motivated by Mob Figgaz and Andre Nickatina
I'm gettin' paper while you're in the shade drinkin
don't want nobody else
i'm so crazy about you
(verse 1 mercedes-singing)
i'll never forget the first day we met
i was so crazy about
stone
Like I'm Stephen Strange
But girl you are worth it
You deserve it
I'd go back in time
Just to make it all perfect
Before I was addicted
Before I
Comin out the 3, cuttin hairs with that boy J-o-e
Yeah that nigga Joe
I done came through, Big Moe never been no hoe
I'm up on this tape, never gonna hate
the tectonic plate shift I
Create is so great
That by the time you reach me the earthquakes
The booth was my birthplace
I'm used to the static
They say I got
of limos
Walking threw different wards
Giving away my demos
From Houston to Brooklyn
On tight ass beats
Flying coach man
I hate these fuckin'
Tight
comfort 2 eat chicken wings
Don't call me a coward, you 'n' your ward don't want beef
I just want ice cream in peace, 'n' a summer home by the beach
DON'T
feeling filthy)
I ignored the trauma caused by what happened that day
Held my breath hoping distance could take the pain away
Toxins still pumped often from
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