Lyrics:
how can sick can one nigga be
you think im off that PCP but its Chewy!
a lot of niggas never heard of me
i said beware of me
now they scared of me
support
Living day by day on the edge of the lens
But he didn't realize that life was short
Now Eazy turning your sleep put your heat
My stars as I match
Fly away, yeah imma glow
Reconcile, yeah i'm fasho'
Talk to him, hes my bestfriend
Hes there til the very end
When i'm alone, I can call again
a real good time
Laughing and singing, I guarantee
To the Adalida and the Fiddle-Dee-Dee
Someday we’re gonna get married
She will be my bons temps bride
like relay
It is never a weak day
My bitch got a new bitch
You know we gonna' 3 way
Ima hit em like 3 ways
Keep scorin on niggas
I pull up like D Wade
And we've got to get ourselves back to the garden, back to the garden
By the time we got to Woodstock
We were half a million strong
And everywhere there was
There you go again
As if your world was gonna end
Like no one ever said this would be hard
And so you kick it down the line
Praying for more time
So
Aye why the fuck that nigga sitting at the end of the...
Hey!
Oh there you are, hey!
Nigga, pull in the driveway behind the house nigga
Oh shit Aight
toothbrush clean
U was there when i needed u hit me when u need me
My want is my need an obsession of greed
Momma soon we gonna get paid
Crib on the lake
Hey there fatcat in the rat race, are you jealous?
I'll be home by five
Bottom rung of the ladder, that's where I wanna stay
What's the point in
activated, you can't see me
Whore
Dead rivals on the floor by the Ouija board
Yah, yah, let's talk about it
We talkin' 'bout a psychopath
There ain't no way
breeze
Feelin’ you against my skin
Goin’ places we’ve never been
I wanna be there by your side
Makin love til the mornin’
Gonna need another
these fuckin' kids don't know how to
Take care of their fuckin' child, man
Everytime I see a fuckin' mom
With their kids in there
I'm gonna make sure they
When the turn up is over bru then what you gonna do
When you come back down to reality
Things start to make sense
I'm trynna figure out this
a interstate stroll
It's a blessing what was given, and im about to get more
Ah yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
You don't have to count its all there yeah, yeah
Cutting
them kids bopping heads, writing a marvelous omnibus
Can I just promise this, if you want problems
There is a bottomless pit of sarcophagus
For all
There ain't no one like me I'm frosty bitch bite me
Hop on a verse and the schools call a snow day
No way, it take a lot to excite me
Big boy fish
And all I got to show is 13 acres of property, 3 dogs, 2 kids, & 1 wife
Well who's gonna raise my 'backer
Who's gonna tend my corn
Cause I'll be lyin' in
support
Living day by day on the edge of the lens
But he didn't realize that life was short
Now Eazy turning your sleep put your heat
My stars as I match
So here we are all alone now,
hold me close, tell me lies
this isn't home and this isn't right
not gonna stand here and wait for something I
your bad dream
Oo, you gotta clear your head
There is opportunity knowcking
When you're hangin' by a thread
It's alright, a new sun's gonna rise
sounds fine
Steal
There couldn't be a better time
Thanks
For everything not nailed down
When I was very young
My folks would go away
Say Mark go
screamed, "Let's get out of here!"
Willy's numb, can't even run, frozen there with fear,
So Kevin takes off through the woods,
Yelling "I'll be back for
really loved
By a hand that's touched me, and I feel like something's gonna give.
And I'm a little bit angry."
Well, this ain't over.
No not here,
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