Lyrics:
This song is for my mama,
This song is for you.
Hey mr. president,
Tomorrow i'm paying my rent
My fuel is runnin' low
And i've got places
Just give me your heart (Heart)
and I'll give you the world (World)
I ain't giving crabs no money if I can't fuck on Pearl
Supposed to be there when
be over
Make my mark on the parts of my brain most vulnerable
Take my light, in hindsight there's no way I've been tolerable
Who am I supposed to be by
Man I'm too real, I keep my steal, No I don't fuck with niggas (no I don't fuck with niggas)
I'm in this bitch with Pradas on, I don't even notice
Mr. Lennon, Mr. Lennon!
John John, could, could I get your autograph?
Could I get your autograph? (Sure kid)
Oh, yeah yeah yeah, just
Could you
But Frank Ocean is great too
But you know who the greates of all of us?
Who do ya'll think? Nope
Kid motherfucking Cudi radio, fuck you!
Oh yeah I
Have I been too discreet
How long am I supposed to wait
I think about you nightly
Oh can you tell I'm losing sleep
What am I supposed to do
daughter came home one afternoon
And didn't even stop to play
She said, "Mama, I got a note here
From the Harper Valley P.T.A."
The note said, "Mrs
supposed to
Got my hands on her thigh
As we ride through the sunset
Hate when she leave
Lil mama I wasn't done yet
I need another look
You look so good it
the window (yeah, uh)
I'm rich but I'm slimey, go low on lil' mami
I look up, and she say she finna cum
I say "Yeah, I know", she say "Please take it slow"
Love me right, keep it real
Guess that's too demanding
Could have a real one by your side
But you out here chasin' panties
I take it you, never
a lotta things that i ain’t
Do i gotta start tho
Gotta lotta things i gotta do
And i ain’t start tho supposed to perform
Supposed to put an album i ain’t
(Heatmakerz, crack music)
Oh, so that I may wor'
Worship you (oh, so beautiful)
I need you, too
They said get there by midnight, I'm way beyond
mine, that shit Rich's
Dipping on "Dave's" that's goodbye Mr. Richard
Bitch
Tell the lil bihh to go low
Tell the lil bihh to go low
Tell the lil bihh
live
Your love controlling me
I was supposed to be by myself
By myself
By myself
By myself
By myself
Yeah, dirty dirty off them pills again
Mix drugs
recycle
Call me Mr. Put it On, bitch I rock Jordan's like I'm Michael
This lil ruger get you jiggy make you dance like a recital
And they mad that I keep
to fill this hole in my heart
And I got nowhere to go, when it all falls down
Got nowhere to run, when it all runs out
Drownin' my sorrows with bottles
Too
to make em splash a lil wetter
I might take em to school they just some class clowns
Niggas thought I was funny well tell em laugh now
Putting all of them
talking but I'm it
Last dude that you talked to, he wasn't it
Tryna show you how you supposed to live
I'm just tryna show you, why?
'Cause my team is too
the richest
All those times that we spent by the pool girl
Was too broke to even take you to the zoo girl
Maybe it's because I had you girl
Was thinking
You're the type I wanna take
Home to momma
And show her how we make
Happy
Can't waste no time
You are the one let's set a
Mission
I need you by my
penis, but it's gon' cost you
'Cause everyday I'm hustling, like Rick Ross do
I use to move a lil' hard, lil' soft too
Now somebody move it for me, I
a nigga, I popped in the window, nigga, died
One hit that one, no top, we should pop a lil' hop, too
I'm sick as hell, cause that nigga know his son died
Tomorrow they're gone
Too late, too slow
Too bad didn't help
Too miserable
Am I supposed to look the other way
And just ignore it
Am I supposed to look
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