Lyrics:
her fly with me, long distance
I'm ridin' first class flights on these pussy niggas (take off)
I just found that was your wife, I got that pussy,
circles
Like an old golden bed
As cold as the pillow
By your empty nightstand
Then somthin' comes over me
I lose my head
I guess God did not make me
A one
school Boney, they call me Frank the Tank
The footlong polish sausage boy, streakin' on that drank
I'm the one that get them panties off when they say ya
gone
Go out in circles
Like an old golden bed
As cold as the pillow
By your empty nightstand
Then somthin' comes over me
I lose my head
I guess god
down
This somethin' every real nigga can feel here
They hate me for the fact that I'm still here
(and I ain't going nowhere)
Yo, some say I mention
on me like a d-boy
But all I know now is the B-line
I got the feds following the decoy
Google Maps, I'm streetwise
I saw that coming
Eliminate all risks
that right", the boss and the hideous
That tight ass bitch, Tangy ain't got nothin' on this
As far as havin' me get, I spit the playa poppin' con
I put
of you
It's not that I don't care
You should know me better by now
I am sorry if I made you lonely and sad
I am sorry I made you feel bad
What I'm
of you
It's not that I don't care
You should know me better by now
I am sorry if I made you lonely and sad
I am sorry I made you feel bad
What I'm
of creation
I say headshot
Bullseye for ya Devil
End that
Laser beam upon the Devil
No friend that
Can't lead me astray
Yeah we did that
Straight to him head
play it right
ya heard me?
Verse 1:
I used to sit on that pine and watch these other players shine
coach never gave me no kinda of play time
I
on the microphone?
Leave that crack alone, let's go...
Let's Go!
I said, Let's Go!
Come on, boy! Let's Go!
Better than me?
[Verse 3]
Picture that with a Kodak
I
along harmonizing a song
Or I'm reciting a poem
The owls go by and they gave me the eye
Walking my baby back home
We stop for a while, she gives me
In my solitude you haunt me
With reveries of days gone by
In my solitude you taunt me
With memories that never die
I sit in my chair
Filled
gonna love you anyway
So if that's what you want to do, I'll be in trouble
If you decide one day you want to make a change, love
You want to leave me
Hey Saint Peter give me cloud number nine
And tell my daddy that Jr's on the line
Oh please Lord someday I'll be
A talkin' to you i wanna speak man
Breeze through in the Q, .45 by my side, lyrical high
And those that rushes my clutches get put on crutches
Get smoked like Dutches from the master
Hate
Breeze through in the Q, .45 by my side, lyrical high
And those that rushes my clutches get put on crutches
Get smoked like Dutches from the master
Hate
Seen a man standin' over a dead dog lyin' by a highway in a ditch
He's lookin' down kinda puzzled, pokin' that dog with a stick
Got his car doors
I was drifting from day to day
Like a child that's lost his way
In a great big world
Then a miracle happened by
When you happened into my life
gonna love you anyway
So if that's what you wanna do, I'll be in trouble
If you decide one day you want to make a change, love
You want to leave me
Standing by myself
And standing up alone
But a change is gonna come
You know, I know
You know that
I know and I know
And you know
A change is gonna
I'll love you, love you, love you
Like you want me to
Don't think I'm cold if I say you're too bold
I've been fooled by that moon up above
I want
on home
Cause I ain't had no milk and butter
Since that cows been gone
Well you gotta treat me right honey
Day by day
Get out your little prayer book
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