Lyrics:
see my father's features creeping in a little
Got an office on Broadway, business in Jamaica
Tell my daughter try the hardest so the best schools'll
all the time
I see you in my dreams
Baby boy, not a day goes by
Without my fantasies
I think about you all the time
I see you in my dreams
Ah,
He keep calling my phone and he won't leave me alone cause I'm thick ass hell it ain't hard to tell cause I know he wants to get on not impressed by
night
Over to one of the boys houses to sip baws-baws
Feel the pressure in me brain subside nauseous
Drowned out by the Bluetooth speaker playing tunes
Come listen to my tale 'bout a pretty little girl
That I chanced to meet on the prairie
T'was a night in June by the western moon
That I met my
When I was a little girl I wished I was a boy
I tagged along behind the gang and wore my corduroys.
Everybody said I only did it to annoy
But I
where all the players flocked
One night I was cooling outside
Saw my man Wes said, "Ah shit yeah, it's gonna be live"
I was working a double breast silk
Me and my bitch, took a little trip
Down to the garden, took a little dip (oh no)
Apple juice falling from her lips took a little sip (boom)
Little
stay, and where your brother stay (bitch)
I buy guns up out the store and shoot on my opps every day (brrt)
I don't tolerate no pistol play, boy you'll
at night, tossing and turning
Underneath his pleated quilt protector, tears welling in his eyes as he
Pictured Marsha, her sworn vows overcome by liquor
tossing and turning
underneath his pleated quilt protector, tears welling in his eyes as he
pictured Marsha, her sworn vows overcome by liquor
With a gallon of milk
Look beneath his punctured feet
To the riveted silk
There is time, still! If the time wills,
I'll be off by June!
Like a foxhound
it, say it, say
Play that funky music, white boy it, come on
Yea, a little bit louder
Now come on, come on
Stage two yeah the one ya' wanna listen
I buried my face
In my silk pillow case
And drank about eight bottles of wine
Yeah, the first month was Hell
It wasn't so going well
This pain was
Little boy this the P.O.V
Of a motherfuckin' G.O.D
I've been grinding at it since a teen
I never get jealous, I'm way too lowkey
Chasing money with my
given day
The adjective amazing, spelled with an 'A'
And a 'G' on the end, by usin, my pen
Set forth on a journey for the, perfect blend
Rhymin was
Still had to try to make the best of it
I remember, baby I remember
I remember
I remember
[TQ]
I was a lonely boy had
Nothing to do but hustle up on my
I get a little bit high
Just enough to get by
Fighting demons in my mind
I get a little bit loose
With a little bit of Booze
Just to cruise
subliminals
See, all my life I was raised
By a lot of criminals
So all I know is scratching
My pistols and my genitals
Picture this: picking kicks out
Of Foot
subliminals
See, all my life I was raised
By a lot of criminals
So all I know is scratching
My pistols and my genitals
Picture this: picking kicks out
Of Foot
your life
She said accept me or go
Boy either way I'll take flight
See it's too late for that
I lost my innocence way back
Ain't nothing I can give
With sheets of silk in between
Well, anyway, that's how it seemed
I thought I wanted to marry him
His face was sculpted by God
His words were
look outside and I'm already upset yo
It look about a hundred-and-two
It's a Saturday and Biggie ain't got nuttin' to do
Uhh, I'm intrrupted by
look outside and I'm already upset yo
It look about a hundred-and-two
It's a Saturday and Biggie ain't got nuttin' to do
Uhh, I'm intrrupted by
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