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Hard Man to Love

Kevin Fowler

Loose, Loud & Crazy

2004

stands
By her barbed wire man
She's never given up
I'm A hard man to love

There's a dog house rose that God knows I didn't send soon enough
Sittin' in

was settling for less
This not were I'm supposed to be

But I'm scared to quit my job
Dog I gotta pay my bills 
Dog I gotta keep it real 
I'm just tryna

time I'm off the leash
This dog bites even to the hand that feeds
Beyond the streets we get it on the beach
And then we take it down to the Isle of Crete

right

My only suitcase
It's by the front door
That look on your face
Says you don't want me no more
There's no use in talkin'
This time you mean

fearless
I've seen niggas go vegan 
And my girl said she love me 
I had a quote by Ed Sheeran 
She need a lotta that 
She hate me so much she still smile

deposit often
Do it alone like Macaulay Culkin
I know it's crazy just by how she walkin
She know I'm jiggy cuz of how I'm talkin
If I get her back to my

Walkin' half-way through life roads
Assailed by thoughts through the woods
Time is a three headed beast
You have to face it and find your release
My

you see me walkin' in the settin' sun
Hand hangin' low, hand by my gun
You'd better commence to move
I'm comin' for you, the lonely one
Who cries for

the couch
Huh

Several grams
Of them fire taliband
Dog treats
What need nigga?

Pistol on the counter
Organic
Built it from the ground up
Crossfaded
Still

Fuck about fuck about 
I ain't tryna give in to the doubt
Tryna take it day by day
These man are just fiends for the clout 
Them man are just fuel

a spotlight
Bitch, it's 2020, we do not fight
Free my dog out that jam, he just got right
And I told bro, don't never be slippin'
Cause niggas is trippin'

I'm back in the mix I was down in the slump Walkin' this shit lines punch ya like trunks
Open the sack momma ask "What's that funk"
Try take what I

5PM, phone blowin' up
Rambo with the zip costs
125 plus 20, drop that bitch off
Swingin' by the house, grab my nine piece
Rick Ross
Gotta drop this

years, and nobody caught me
I never hated, I just waited and look what that bought me
Brand new crib, brand new whip, last year was walkin
I take all

Wet
Wet
Wet
Wet Phone Wet Phone Wet Phone wet
(Yuh)
Too many hoes I don't wanna text
(Yuh)
I swing by just for the neck
(Okay!)

I'mma be drinking

(Nah) but we gon wake up the neighbors (Uhhh)
We gon get to the paper talk about my hoes dog I got different flavors
Knock knock who's here, it better be

but we do the walkin'
Past drug dogs still hittin' weed coughin'
Ain't no underdog, we the bosses
Your OG's we probably taught 'em
Ain't no underdog, we

to the bullshit
I'm triyin to eat, I'm on my full shit
Homie, I can't listen to what
You sayin stop talkin'
Betta watch what you say around
My clan start walkin

I'v had a hell of a week this whole last day
Troubadours like me've got lots to say
Writing the songs that keep the country goin

My dog he died

crippled walkin'

All that shit you talkin'
Got enough shit to fill a coffin
Tell em' hoes back up off me
Back hoe yeah back up off me

Pullin' up in

snatch me
The dog man walkin his dog all by a nigga weed
I jus spent my last on my pack hope they don't smell the green
Trynna get my paper on track cause

your barkin'
Moon Rocks in my backwood
Got me moon walkin'
Cologne by Dior
Can't keep these whores off me
Last name Racksmith no need to pocket watch

don't cost a dollar
Take my dog, don't forget the collar 
But I'm the dog and I like your smell
Can't help it, you strut so well
And, baby, you got

Blood Pressure

The LOX

We Are the Streets

2000

to y'all
Life is like walkin' a yard
Nigga'll stab you wit' a fork in the heart
And The Source got muthafuckas thinkin' they hot
Like my dope
Got fiends