Lyrics:
lie damn I miss you
Try to keep my eyes dry
I can't help but ask why
You was chosen by God
Got yo wings so you can fly
You my angel, seeing life from
I blow minimize the debris
And to know what to know what Im stopped by police
And I hope that my brothers are listening now
I want y'all to go for
isn't worth all the hate that would fly
I'll tumble through the darkness, without your holy light
And my labour of love is us getting by
That's why...
I
kingdom, phylum too
I've evolved past that snack on plants and roots dukes
Vegetables, fruits
Cranberry juice, by the jug
Earth slugs, no love
How I felt
wavy woods but I stay smoking the gas
My stick stay by me it sit on my lap
Except fo the times yo bitch twistin on that
My crew stay wilding every body
Wanna do
Come on baby keep it real
We just turn up in this bish
I be so fool when I jug
We just turn up in this bish
My eyes so low its understood
That
and Machine Gun Kelly had a baby
And he like my brown eyes, fat thighs, no makeup
Always telling’ me that I’m his rock angel
I’m the goddess that he worship
Inn (OT)
Well, nah, if the gyal that I'm with's got ID
I'm more time sendin' her in (woosh)
Blue plastic bag full of munchies
Couple brown Rizzlas,
The weight has been lifted
I buried the knife (buried)
Here comes the elephant carried by mice
Here to marry the mic (marriage)
The one tusk cut
in my math class
Long hair, brown skin with the fat ass
Sat beside me, used to laugh at mad jokes
The teacher always got mad so we passed notes
It
Cause I don't love you no more
Which one of these hoes in the lobby wanna slob me
You know me, I like my dick Brown like Bobby
Jim Duke shoot, then
without a thank you
To my ladies and my fellas
Aw, they kept it real with Chris Brown
I just wanna thank you
Thank you, baby (thank you), you know who
without a thank you
To my ladies and my fellas
Aw, they kept it real with Chris Brown
I just wanna thank you
Thank you, baby (thank you), you know who
I have a dream
Like Martin Luther King
To gather my people and avoid the American scheme
Also known as American Dream
And I'm America's nightmare
I
left, right, left, right so.
you'll get fucked up by the psycho.
i'm falling down like m.d. so yo try to catch me
and tackle my impact cause i'll come
I’m like Talib Kweli, either way I get by
Big jugs or Hot buns, some girls ain’t gone none
The ones that got both are either crazy, or not fun, or non
kid, twist ya like bolo
You fucking idiot, playing with my Clan but you be fearin' it
Fake one, I'm guaranteed to make you take one
Please, y'all
All my bitches humble
And they know they never fumble
Man I'm like Jim Brown they way I never ever fucking stumble
All my diamonds yea it's Tiffany
you no more
Which one of these hoes in the lobby want to slob me
You know me, I like my dick brown like Bobby
In the duke shoot, then the bitch get
by this hunger
So I'll jug some water
Bake some flour
Store some salt and wait the hour
While I'm thinking of love
Love is thinking for me
Well, I have slept there badly twice
Well, I have slept there badly twice
And shared my straw with scratchin' mice
And shared my straw with scratchin'
must have been glass her perfect brown
Toes peeked out of her sandals he wanted to
Lick them "Aren't you feeling well?" she
Asked "I think the heat is
Well this job Ive got is just a little too hard,
Running out of money, lord, I need more pay.
Gonna wake up in the morning lord, gonna pack my
what what
What, what, what what
I'm gonna rock some tags, only got twenty dollars in my pocket
I'm, I'm, I'm hunting, looking for a come up, this is
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