Lyrics:
alone
Oh I should get my head on straight, go and head on home
I could say I'm leaving, but I'd just be blowing smoke
And I'm gonna break my own heart
By
hot
My first shot, my bird hot, by the third shot
Curved the THOT, the thirst real but her purse not
My attitude is out the world, I'm a star
Plus
the stacks
Before I open my mouth, I get all the facts
I could never fall off, it's too many hot tracks
I'm affiliated with too many hot cats
To end up,
Driving home from the bar, oh well
A fight happened tonight again
Shirt covered in blood by friends
Got the face, of Dave Mustaine
Tell me why, I got
Home
Let me tell you what it feels like
Feels like home
Let me tell you what it feels like
Feels like home
Feels like
Feels like I'm too short
Not
mean the whole damn scene was kinda hopeless
Came home to it, then we flipped the notice
Now, we big crib livin', Rockland and non-stop
With hot women,
for gold gloves, ya times up
The spices, entice, lust, devine stuff
But the plug just replied, dang, bone dry
Now my source is defined by the weight
don't really play Madden but she balling, Saquon (balling Saquoooooooooon)
Had to cop me a napkin cuz she keep it too hot (Hot hot hot, hot, hot
of a place that he has for hell
The heat in the summers are hundred and ten
Too hot for the devil, too hot for men
The red pepper grows upon the banks
thing I remember most was the way she turned his picture over on the table by her bed and now she says.
Chores:
War is hell on the home front too
Dave he works hard in the dock yard (ha)
But wants to be a rock star, drivin hot cars (yeah)
Livin large, gettin girls like an all-star (right)
Filthy
to fuck up your stomach
Throw up your hands like I just left the rave
I can't throw you nothing
You better call Dave
Put that nigga on ice
I pull
Too much DBE or Dave man
Wasteman
calling my line
Please save man
Situations got him feeling confused
If punch you in the face rn post up
Il get
by the dropkicks
You know the thrill, yes it's Park Hill
Yo we hit 'em with the hot grits
On the go, check the flow, saying Wu don't rock shit
Stop
by the dropkicks
You know the thrill, yes it's Park Hill
Yo we hit 'em with the hot grits
On the go, check the flow, saying Wu don't rock shit
Stop
on the daily
It seems my dreams faded for far too long, the consequences deadly
Can't visualize myself as nothing but a criminal
Control the block, serving up
And have you shittin' socks, bitch (bitch)
P Rock shit, leave your fuckin' knot split
Grab the green from Al by showin' him hot grits (hot grits, no one)
fooled by what's spewed bout they income
Lose some you win some
Perception, shit'll give you grey hairs and then some
Inception are you living a dream
You're hot as a desert
Hell in a sheet
Home's anywhere you lay your feet
Your heart is full of
Tumbleweed and brimstone
Whisper in your
Kick up the yout
Man know that I kick up the yout
Dem boy dere tried twist up the truth
How dare you twist up the truth, look
I'm too hot
Drug
Kick up the yout
Man know that I kick up the yout
Dem boy dere tried twist up the truth
How dare you twist up the truth, look
I'm too hot
Drug
so fresh.
Doggy Dogg, you are the best,
Take back home to tha West.
Well Lyssa Brisna, in San Francisca,
The cute lil sista with the fever blista,
Said
think twice when you decide men
We the ones who paint the horizon
We would do whatever to provide for them
Drew Dave gotta seed too
Woodi ,Jb ,bless
at home
The car ran out of fuel again so you ditched it by the road
Cash Machine ate up your card cos you messed up on the code
PRE-CHORUS
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