Lyrics:
Prehistoric doo doo
Helping you get your shit together
Backstage at a Funkadelic rehearsal
We bring you the doo doo chasers
(Which one is George Clinton?)
sees crack babies becoming enemies of their own families
Armageddon come you know we soon done
Gun by my side just in case I gotta run
A boy
[Intro]
And we go by the runners
(I think it's time for me to go hard as the hood I'm from, ay)
DJ Khaled, we the best
(I think it's time for me
beaten by the best
Yo, damn skip I be riding my own dick
Those with that fly shit up in they head, get domes swollen quick
Competition best pray for
on a bloodbath in the street
Survive my nigga if you wanna get up
Better get with the Byrdgang
I can pipe, right? I can type, right?
Mines is real, nigga what ya
Sing now little birdy, please don't rush to fly
Your dreams will take you far, far, far away from human eyes
I know the wind is calling you by your
know my name in memory of Rick James
Bitch! You know that I’m a Taylor tho?
So to the cops Cartoon George
"which way’d he go?"
Shit, nigga I did blew 80
It's been a long time, I hope that you don't slam the door
I tried to walk away but there's some shit I can't ignore
I could be wrong but seems like
yu mek mi act like a child
Love can mek yu fly,
love can mek yu cry
"George Porge, pudding and pie
Kissed the girls and
made them cry"
So if mi do yu
(Woo-hoo)
(Ahwoo) (Catch 22 you can tell by the sound)
Got the water in the bag
She wanna hit me up then throw it back (Ahwoo)
We gon' skrrt around
nothin' I'd change, now I got the fame
Whole lot of range, diamonds on, diamonds on my face
Nothin' I can say, I-I'on fuck with no lames, take time off,
simple
I'll be waiting right there
Promise to be gentle
Sitting by your window, girl
You're so fly to me
So fly, girl, you're so fly
So fly, girl, you're
oh my love
But you can't fly unless you let yourself,
You can't fly unless you let yourself fall
Well I can tell you're afraid of what this might
Can't be takin' them trips, for that flea market whip
Peep this Rollie fugazy, I'm sellin' game to a pimp
Line up all of my bitches, head crack 'em
Spring been the season
A thesis by a genius when I'm thinking bout my reasons
I'm George Benson and breezin, your pencil is weakest plus
You using
the city on the lock down
Drive by in the low ride
Hands high when we fly by, fly by, fly by, fly by
Girl it's time to let you know
I'm down if you wanna go
George looked at the holes in his armor
They were melted in the fiery blast
Said "I'm not sure if I should stick around, man
I might just be outclassed"
Oh they fly oh they fly
Fly away fly away
Pain should be the pathway to your purpose
Alleviating pain can hurt but that means that you been learning
so mi can fly over bad mind
Wings so mi can fly over bad mind
Oh gash, look weh Judas do to christ
Sell him out fi silver, so wah dem won't do to I
scared at all, oh, my love
But you can't fly unless you let yourself,
You can't fly unless you let yourself fall
Well, I can tell you're afraid
I got my hammer
Against the odds, I'm a gambler
Talking that street, proper gander
Them birds fly
I got three or four cops, how can you relate?
I got
burns like acid
I'm a complete analyzer of your entire eye
Gave ya the tone to tour, to walk on by
I'm the insect in your pie, the hair to your lie
have the same mentality it is what it is
They can’t accept the new me like I came out of the closet
Old mentalities die young if we’re gonna be honest
talking for George
I stare in her eyes
They glare back ice cold
Shawty done sold her soul
Looking real young but feeling real old
Shawty done sold her soul
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