Lyrics:
to a court call
So when the jury's hung
I puppeteer a poet's lost cause
Enveloped by duality, lights out
In this heaven, Please
Eyebrow of the elegy, die down
I'm like three flows in on this verse
So what that tell you? That tell me that
These niggas do a lot of cheerleadin' (lot of cheerleadin')
And these
and call it 24s
You sit on 24s and we sip on 24s
Got the Caddy sitting on a pair of Gucci penny-loafs
I get money, fuck wit bitches that give me mo'
Man, you
and call it 24s
You sit on 24s and we sip on 24s
Got the Caddy sitting on a pair of Gucci penny-loafs
I get money, fuck wit bitches that give me mo'
Man, you
Scooping Cocoa poop straight out the basement
All these clowns buy my shit without hesitation
Diarrhea in the needle like a vaccination
This dookie
)
(So let's get down, get down)
(So get down, get down)
This is remeniscin' of the days gone by
When the brothers were fresh, and the ladies were fly
Dear Mama
If some people came by the house lookin' for me
I'm innocent of anything they say I done
Now I don't know when I'll be able to write
Don't you know I am son of the soil g
She said rub me down and oil me
I am chasing pennies and pounds ill slap a clown yea I need that paper pronto
I
A snow angel's a fucking idiot
Somebody made a fucking idiot
Someone made in the snow
Then you look up by chance from the disco dance
You're doing
a ride there
Be sure to let me know
I was chopping down a palm tree
When a friend dropped by to ask
If I would feel less lonely
If he helped me
a ride there
Be sure to let me know
I was chopping down a palm tree
When a friend dropped by to ask
If I would feel less lonely
If he helped me
nothing wrong with me
Two, nothing wrong with me
Three days since the living room
Three, nothing wrong with me
Four, nothing wrong with me
I realized it's
me down the road
If I pull up on you it's too late would you, would you open that window
I can pull up but its getting late so you, so you got to let
the voice in the Sonys walking down the street
Drop it
CHORUS
[Maestro Fresh Wes]
(yo Maestro, tell 'em what you wear)
"Drop the needle"
I wear a black
perfect all the time
She sexy by design
I don't pull up for nothing
But your body dey make adey run and shouting
Big Butty gal fun fooler op3d3 oba me d3
just like yesterday
Same job same freeways
So sick of penny pinching
I'm seeking I see a vision
God is with me let me explain
I've been feelin feelings
Nyame na obi ngyina hor
Let them know that we forever stand tall Ayyy
Konongo killer
Gyina hor te s3 big pillar
Never push me Cuz I aint falling down
without being a burden?
By the end of this track watch me bring you full circle
I'll bring you full circle
I don't mean to dishearten but you cannot stop
By myself is how I've been so just leave me alone
It's night time now and I'm in some lonely room again
The guy who made me go with him says he can
This is me thinking at 4:43 AM, June 6
Sometimes I wanna say fuck rapping, I need money now
Like should I start trapping? If what I write down
not allowed, yeah
No dirty fingers on the art
I’m unaffected by your comments
Leave a snarky remark, yeah
Say something real
Teach me how to feel like I
Let it fade to black
Let me run my fingers down your back
Let's whisper, let's don't talk
Baby, leave my t-shirt in the hall
Like a needle finds
1No Fucks given , lay em all down...
2Dirt naps for the opposition
3cmber alert , when it come to feelings
4Paper chase my addiction/sickeness
in them sweaty sheets that kept
Me wake in recent weeks
When you trying to live blissfully
It's hard to maintain consistency
Down to the nitty gritty
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