Lyrics:
I could make it last.
Little brother tags along, they workin’ up real sweat.
But it isn’t time for quitting, coz daddy we’re not finished yet.
angels in the pink snow
I reached out and touched clouds it was so real
Now the sheets on my bed are made of cold steel
Why is it me that's not thinking
a dollar to get in and twenty-five cents a beer
They play rock and roll music like it hasn't been rocked for years
Well she's sexy and seventeen .....
a champion's got to keep on movin'
Like soul 2 soul, I'm back to life for real still a mc
With lots of love for my holy wheels of steele, yo
To me it was
right through
A desertion of any true belief in creating real equality for all
To many times they get away
But no wit's time to make them pay
the fuckin' south
I'm 6'6" slangin' dick Alabama style
Fuck a bitch and call her a hoe and kick her out the door
Bitches like it when a nigga talk nasty to 'em
When I pull my hat down low
Then I know it's time to throw
On a funky rhythm so I flow
Now here we go
Follow me follow me follow me down the line
Little Danah, she leans outside the diner
She sits and wonders, ?How did I get here??
Mr. Cadillac, he tells Danah where it?s at
When you're with me
Everything I ever need
Given to me when I was asleep
By the time I woke up it all had to leave
Will I ever understand what it's like just being cool?
Scared the moment will pass
I can see it in your eyes
Just take me by surprise
And all my friends, they tell me they see
You're planning to get on one
I've been around here since 4.am
Teardrops swollen, falling down again, in my eyes
They fall tonight
It's beyond what real life is,
Being divine is
Cause it's cold outside
Jesus Janey, we've been through this shit before
I'm gonna change the way I am real soon
But it ain't easy, I'm trying my hardest
stand on this corner alone
I'ma stand on this block alone and let it come to me
I'm cool, nigga, on my own
You niggas just don't wanna be affected by
a fuck if you got nineteen-fifty, nigga
Get the fuck outta here with that bullshit
I got the best shit, nigga
Ayo, you a dollar late and day short
real this time
Broke my spine, stole my time
She could do it all again and I won't mind
I think I'm hung up on abuse
Lately it's use or you'll be used
notices
I slide in your bitch and she takes the dick
Got her Poppin pussy like its Ace and shit
You order a drink we by case of it
We eating good you only
bitch boy, she got empty pride
She fell inlove wit a GUCCI product
I still don't get why niggas beef wit Cass
Niggas feel they got somethin' to prove
Toss
girls show the shit
Some straight up thrillers
Southern born killers
Top billa, Alabama thriller
I'm a southern born killer the for real
The original
And right now
I don't see anybody else
And sometimes
I feel so annoying to you
And I get so bummed out
That I just wanna sit here in my room
But you make it
respect
Except by those who know what’s real
I feel like I have seen it all
So show me something new
It needs to be the real thing
And something we can choose
Put me on a pedestal
And get me all
formalities girl but
your water's broke
We got to get you to the hospital real soon
I'm gonna save the day (Superhero)
I'm gonna do what I can and I'll be on my
Whosoever is born of God does not commit sin
For his seed remaineth in him
And he cannot sin, because he is born of God
Buck! Yo-a griselda by
This year I'm goin' phony, huh
Baby girl, you baloney, huh
Diamonds on me, yeah it's on me, huh
Huh, get back lil' baby, huh, yeah
You wack, lil'
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