Lyrics:
around by her, if it wasn't for her and her
That man I love would have gone nowhere, nowhere
I got the St. Louis blues, blues as I can be
That man's
With my Spanish girl, Valeria
Super freaky but she acting diva
And all she wants to do is tease a boy that’s
Why she give me neck kisses
When I'm
Loud was the sound of the birds when they landed in spite of
Noise from the boys with the rocks in their fists
Looking to bring a man down
IT CROSSED MY MIND JUST THE OTHER DAY, THE WORDS FROM MY DADDYO
LISTEN BOY YOU GOTTA STUDY THEM FIGURES, PICK THE PATH YOU WANNA GO
DO YOU WANNA
Cut to a Merrit Parkway rest-stop
I'm hit by hemorrhagic shock
my phone explodes
and half my leg is Vietnam'd off
because as sure as the sun
The fat boys are back, foam fingers over open arms
To feverishly reclaim their stomachs from golden jars
And stagger through the pulse ofthe gulch
Yeah yeah what yeah
Reminding me of Sef what?
Fat fat thick booty what?
You say jack that big booty yo
He say oh oh
I heard the boy he said
a chump like me to use
You take that sub-committee seriously, boy
You could get a seizure from the evenin' news
Millions 'n millions of dollars...
Much
The injustice will not prevail
You hear me?
Feel me?
Felt me?
Help me!
Tell me, who do we run to when there’s no one by my side?
Tell me, where we supposed to go
Man, I've been needin' to see you all day
Boy the sun is real out here
But I've been comin' by just seein' if
I need one favor man
You know I got
Nigga we hoodfellas
1 Better
Shorty know i make it rain storm
Umbrellas
Niggas aint up in my lane boy
Son better
Shooters wit me
You get flame
And I was posted on that porch and he ain't never come
Yeah that trap goin' crazy inside them projects homie
Got out early from the feds, lil' boy don't
Blood (Uh, ayy, Press Machine)
Yeah and me name Pressa (The Pressa)
Yeah, uh (Uh, I say)
I go by the name, Pressa
(Try the name Pressa)
I can't even
"Rolling down the road, going nowhere,
Guitar packed in a trunk
Somewhere around mile marker 1-12,
Papa started hummin' the funk
I gotta jones in
Jealousy is everywhere. Watch your front, watch your side. It's your own boy that hate you
Right. Eastwick, nigga. Straight up. Man, everybody knows.
to The Shattered Place
The sky has rotted black
A crooked figure stumbles by
It drags a bloody sack
The people gather up their old
And feed them to the pack
Welcome
Two suspects went inside the front door
They went straight to the boy's bedroom
And the boy's mom who was inside the house heard the noise
And went
Yeaaaa
I can't speak up bout no business, bitch I'm pushing P
You can't leave cause bitch you locked with me
Told her shortly she can't go nowhere
There's a story to be told
Bestow it upon myself, be the one that tells it (So)
Gather round real close, I'm about ta' delve in
To the mind of a boy
A boy as lonely too
Waking up in the middle of the night in my bed
The same old nightmare through and through
Well, back home I grew up by the sea
To sit
Swear to God when they see me stressing out of nowhere blessing they always appear
Every time go and step in the booth and the people thinking that
enemy
You came from the fuckin' war
Your bitches still wearin' Michael Kors
My hoes got Dior, fuckin' galore
Make em feel good by gettin' drunk
Slap em
When Black work out on cord boards
See thoroughly he's golden
And he have you suckaz paronoid from phony allegations
Too faulty accusations
He takes
Everything you claimed to be was a lie
You know that chick that's always by your side?
Hit her from the back then I say goodbye
Shawty from the X, she my ride
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