Lyrics:
shoot gift like heron
With skills of gil-scott
Nights like sir Lancelot can get heated
Prescribin' your vibe, love,
I know how you need it
ass
China still go ta' work like she be needin' the cash.
Got his name on 'er ankle, real impolite
I made it rain on 'er once an' bitch couldn't say,
a kiss
Got your car nearby said where to you live?
Could go to yours, go to mine, wherever, you pick
Arrowheads through the bed man he never miss
Told her
has exposed me
To narrow-minded souls with goals to overthrow me
Suppose that I chose to live my life low-key
Would you act like you could teach
tonight
Bad Motha Fucka gottta split heads tonight
You live in a world of artificial turf past the sky
Got the nerve to stay up nights and askin why
I'm
life but niggas invaded
The benefits fading, fuck fame but Benjamins cravin'
Need more, work harder, you bleed more
Malibu property right by the seashore
work
Even then still I made sure no kids got hurt
Sweep the next, been knowin' since my feet got wet
From the best turned vet learned to speak direct
that got plenty
We pump you full of dreams
And work you til your empty
It can be a nightmare
If you want to tempt me
It's grimy at night
And the day it's
Corset was hard to live with
Geneveve was harder yet
Monique only ate with the tip of her tongue
Cornpone we left at the vet
Mars bar by far my least
thrashy gods
With this machine, cry-out, fire!
The kids speed along when
The last night comes down
I hear you win
You break the sound barrier
To race
work this wood?
Love the way I hold you down and go about eight rounds?
Up and down between your thighs all night 'til sunrise?
Girl I give you how
He works two jobs now just to pay the bills
Honeymoon is over seems love has lost its thrill
He blames her and God knows that she blames him
Loves
from a lawyer in his defense
This time we got the jury by the throat
I turn the television on to get away
A quick reminder that we have to follow
that he'll raise him up
Like he would his own son
And he gave me a ring
That was worn by his mother
And he takes me out dancin
Every Saturday night
work mega-swiftly with an S-950
Or MPC-60, so when it's fat ideas hit me
Don't fuck with beat product', head got a built in four track
Use sixteen,
to my nigga Dice One and Illin Delph
The crew took one look at me and pee on themselves
I start beef when I ran in Japan
They play Roxane behind my live
does it work? bitches askin how much it's worth
Killin eighth street, Ferrari drop, niggas'll clock
Bitches'll stop and waive, high blondin, bitches
playing Lennon-songs with power chords for the people passing by
still thinking you could change the world, perhaps
your wife is off at sunrise and works
me in a deep sleep so I can dream peace cause all these night terrors been killing me
Nobody healing me nobody been hearing me and it’s scaring me
8 hours in the day, 8 hours in the night
I never was the type to sit n work away my life
But my bills all paid and my closet looking right
And still
been gettin cakey now the money taste sweet
like pastry they hate me ( back at you)
now tell me how it look
would you rather live life like me or by
who provides the food,
But can't afford to buy you shoes.
Nah 'llow that boy, I'm here for life,
And I want your one to be nice
So I'm gonna stick by
who provides the food,
But can't afford to buy you shoes.
Nah 'llow that boy, I'm here for life,
And I want your one to be nice
So I'm gonna stick by
immortal plunge
This distraction could put us back years and years
I won't live long enough, thus something shall be done
The girl must die
Upon myself,
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