Lyrics:
life too short
So come with me so we can fly away
So we can hideaway
Take some of my time away
I'm feeling some type of way
You feeling some type of way
here
Stones on every arm, the crib is ten million
The corks from Dom Perignon can't reach my ceiling
Four maids with four grenades
When the sun's in my
away from Satan's temptations
So he called him back, what's wrong with that? We won't see him tomorrow
Though we know he's in a better place we still
grateful to mama
For all that she's done. fuck the trauma
Life's too short to blame your problems on others
Layan in Bahrain painting planets
Got this beat
growin' out of double standards
Speakin' of standards
Let's move away from the European
Tell her she's beautiful
Wide nose, coarse hair, brown eyes,
Tell my momma that my doctor said that I should stay away from home
Well I've been drinkin' and I probably should just be left alone
Whiskey shots,
dont know tho
Nobody every really rings my line or calls my phone
I think about all of the times i found a home
Just to get it ripped away and stripped
I don't really like you when, naw I never did
So stay the fuck away from me
I don't really like you when, naw I never did
Todays a real bad day for
Nigga, we doing this shit from Cleveland to LA
Nigga whatever you niggas want, we bringin' it!
Thug Luv, nigga. What time is it?
Yo, I don't give
Here we go
Juggalo clap clap, Juggalo clap clap
From the front to the back
Juggalo clap clap, Juggalo clap clap
Juggalo clap clap, juggalo clap
don't say too much?
I think I need a vacation
(Vacation)
Get away from all this tanted love
I'm not a doctor, don't got patience
(No patients)
To deal
gotta get away from the arms of the law.
All France is looking for me.
I've gotta find my way across the border for sure
Down the south to Italy.
or it's AIDS
A gun or blade no matter if you running away
The rounds are gonna go through you like a muzzle and gauge
I'm a doctor so I'm not the type
a mountain that we really want to climb
The road is hard, hard and long
Put down that two by four
This man would never turn you from his door
Oh George! Oh
a spiritual bind.
A bind From what
Because having a bind means that I'm bound.
Being bound means that I'm being held down, down from prosperity, perseverance,
I got a Glock on me, but you know I'm chill I take away your problems like I'm Dr. Phil
We're shooting ARs, not taking the Galil This beat is sick,
(Welcome back to the ghetto)
(Spice 1)
Still livin' day by day and thug niggas don't play
Niggas thirty years old still out here slangin' yay
Goin' dub for
long ride
But as time passed I peeped game
Rose from a boy to a man, made my snaps, made a change
My cousin came up short
I'm sorry, two shots
and just thrown out
Of your house by an angry
Spousе that caught you cheating
Got you feeding all on the bus
Get on thе bus and try to get puss
It’s not me,
stare and pray for light
Always one foot out when you say goodbye to the one that you love
One dream away from the ones above
That's such a rhythm in
milk, lemonade
All swept up on a gay tirade!
This beverage needs leverage to ever get away
This bargain really takes the pee, no?
Straws and shorts, no
milk, lemonade
All swept up on a gay tirade!
This beverage needs leverage to ever get away
This bargain really takes the pee, no?
Straws and shorts, no
And the small print taketh away
Step right up, you can step right up, you can step right up
C'mon, step right up
Ah, get away from me kid, you're botherin' me
And the small print taketh away
Step right up, you can step right up, you can step right up
C'mon, step right up
Ah, get away from me kid, you're botherin' me
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