Lyrics:
(Trevle did this one)
It's Joeshmo, yeah
And for whoever listening to this song
This song is strictly for
A girl by the name of Jenna Ortega
And i'm
two
Ehhbody know I done paid my dues
Can't walk a mile in 'em
Won't trade my shoes
We can get to it any day my dude
Better know I think
Before I make my
(Dub)
To the beach I-95 South riding down
When my dad drove me to camp we passed Joe Biden's house
Always one Secret Service van hiding out
Yea I'm
Jivin Jack breezed by
Knows what he's gonna do
He's gonna write a letter
And mail it to Sue
You may have seen them dancin'
At the local saloon
I
the pot like Joe Budden
Creating songs for the underground like it's nothing
Some nigga said he's better than me, you know he's bluffing
When I'm
down below
Crazy for me, be the love to my Joe
Killing me softly the pain doesn't show
But I know it takes water for flowers to grow
Didn't think that I
the eyes she got the body
Caught me by surprise but i know that he got it
Walked back with her said she was a vibe
Finna hop in the car and take her
the Northwest (real deal nigga)
So don't step to the 2-oh-6 tryin to kick up dust
Or you might get floored, sucka (get FUCKED UP), think about it
This is from
Think it's best if you by your self
And It's just hard for me like honestly
I'm not really used to doing apologies
Like this I
Hold in all this guilt
talking about, approachin a mac?
Without a stack of doe with some doe doe to roll fat
I'm a top notch nigga, hand and cotch trippa
Cut your arm of to get
my life without you
All you ever seem to do is scream and make it all about you
And so I doubt you
I doubt you even know what's on my mind
I said I
these groups think there's something very special about it
either that or else it's because everybody else sings about it and always has,
you know
these groups think there's something very special about it
Either that or else it's because everybody else sings about it and always has
You know
Hey, hey, hey, hey
Ooh, woah
Won't you come see about me?
I'll be alone, dancing, you know it, baby
Tell me your troubles and doubts
Giving
it behind in the ashtray
About time I started doin' it the Mads way
Leave it behind in the ashtray
Think I'm learning how to deal with a bad day
Leave
Slang packs in the hood don't shot
By the sea side I don't
Serve cats nd feline
My khala warn bring round lucy
Trap hard i cant think bout booty
Nah bra
going to survive alone
I don't
So girl I need to know
Do you think about me
Do you think of all the possibilities
There's a hundred million places I could
NOOOO I WON'T (TELL) ON MY (BLOOD) BABY IM NOT (TEKASHI). IF I DONT GOT DA GLOCK HE GET HIT WIT A (BAT)MAN IF HE THINK ABOUT (ROBIN). IM AT DA TOP
I'm in the pussy, I'm drownin'
I know my music astounding
(I need some more time)
To think about who disrespecting me
I don't care about the money, it's
like climbing Mount Everest with one shoe or flip-flop
Middle finger to the opp'
Bacon, egg and cheese at my clip from last night
Smoking, think about
like climbing Mount Everest with one shoe or flip-flop
Middle finger to the opp'
Bacon, egg and cheese at my clip from last night
Smoking, think about
I'm looking back now thinking maybe I was wrong
I been so out of place and desperate for so long
I wrote about it, think I made a billion songs
the same they don't play fair you do whatever you like
I'll make my legend by today in any way that if flies
Hey
We spend today worried about tomorrow
though?
By any means, get the money
We don't want the fame
Y'all think it's something sweet till it
Leaves you numb the same
Try to name a rapper more
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