Lyrics:
a little mannish
And you see this bandanna hanging
That means I'm like a bandit (like-like a bandit, bandit)
I got paper, girl
The Lamborghini
With
a little mannish
And you see this bandanna hanging
That means I'm like a bandit (like-like a bandit, bandit)
I got paper, girl
The Lamborghini
With
computer
And it didn't mean
Anything to me
Back then
And he also
Tapped on a table
In a rhythmic way
Kind of like
The sound of
Horses running
Kind
done us dirty
I don't mean to complain or testify
And I heard from these three little birdies
That every little thing is gonna be alright
But the way
nigga, I've shown to a follower
So many times, they wanna be right
I've thrown many things away for that
All that didn't mean to happen, it was an accident
and the candlelit memorials
With the link that you reported to your hundred Facebook follows, noted
It means a lot when your face is caked with blood
I'm sure it
done been
You know being they got that lottery, I hit it
I'd like to kind of make up for
A lot of things that just seemed not to go right
Don't want
done been
You know being they got that lottery, I hit it
I'd like to kind of make up for
A lot of things that just seemed not to go right
Don't want
Just a little bit
Does he still like to go down by the supermarket
If I could just
If I could just see you
Can't really say what you mean or what you
hard
I had me a thing way back when
We had a spot
Out in queens
Lots of dreams lots of memes and a cat named Bill
I even told my Momma
She was the one
Got a lot of living to do
Elvis just shook his head
He said Bobby,
My boy, come and
Stand by me
I'm gonna tell you about a time when
My baby left me.
Because in this room, on this day
The Good Lord has giveth, and taketh away, huh!
The gift of life really means a lot
And in the ghetto your life is
Tryin' to say I'm sorry
Didn't mean to break your heart
And find you waitin' up by the light of day
There's a lot I wanna to tell you
But I don't
(Now I know you trying to get out there and do your own thing
But I mean, you gotta enjoy being a kid as long as you can
Man life's got a way of making
You OK? You went off into a little
CINDY:
Really?
(Sound of a slap)
TOM:
Ouch!
CINDY:
Cookies and my butt. Thats why youre with me?? I mean
really happened to Michael Jackson
What do you think
Anyway, just messing with you didn't mean any of it after the
Egg thing
So don't concentrate
take in the ghetto you find a whole lot of crime
I can understand
Hey
I know what it means
Being nine years old before I got my first pair
the opposite
I wasn't ready for the lock Of it
By it I mean commitment
And I know you were the Same as me
Cuz I could tell you Suddenly
Had to many change
I write the book down line by line
I'm feeling good when I do it like this
So come on and turn it up because you can't resist
Because I'm back with
Little world, swirls, that was me
Drama unfold, that was me
Drama fun, girls that was me
Scrawny little thing, as a child
Men would chuck, runnin' wild
petals at my feet, man
They want to spoil me, treating me like royalty (woo)
What I'm supposed to do? It's such a sweet thing
Work that track, whip 'em
the room shaurtys stop and stare
niggas start to hate rearange they face
but little do they know i keep them things by waste
side i reply nobody got to die
consumer makes
Or, is this your hiding place?
Is this your little safest space?
By ones and zeros you have been erased
(Woah woah woah, who's been erased?)
it for (Myself)
Who i do it for (My city)
Bitch i do it for me
Yeah i just do it for me
I gotta get it and that's by any means
Yeah i just do it for
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