Lyrics:
I don’t even be fuckin' with that other shit
That shit hurts my throat man
I need that shit that tastes like fuckin'
Fuckin' soap joy, Ajax shit… ayo
The time is near
So near it's stirring the blood in their veins!
And yet beware
Don't let the wine go to your brains!
We need a sign
To rally
It makes the ones we love seem great
Life is better with you
It happens all the time
The people pass you by
Like everyone you knew
They are
and elevates your mind.
I'm talking bout...high.
[Chorus:]
Tell me which way is up 'cause I'm tryin to get fucked up.
I want to get hiiigh (everybody knows
holes and scars and scratches
And the hurt I need to burn those memories down
At least you left the matches
Baby all that's left of our love now is ashes
that I writa
No need for a typewrita
So understand that I'm dwellin in the shack
On a Long Beach lack
With my three five seven jack fully strapped
threw like the prettiest
Big boy Benz, 500-S series
Dump him for the love of money, by the root of O.J.'s
'Bout it to half smoke Philly comin' out
as the days go by
Me, Choo-Choo & Clyde smokin' dank 'til the sun rise
Walk into the school house
Franklin Junior
Back when it was cool to kiss & tell
love for us Gs
Mama's waiting in line, in hours for the government cheese
Christmas trees had 'empty, man that shit ain't too cool
Prolly get two
So I`ll have to recommend that you stay mostly dressed
Everybody need a little kissin` sometimes
So come on baby kiss me where the sun don`t shine
change
I feel his pain
But it don't rain, everyday
Everybody got a life to live
Some choose to play
But regardless how ya live it
Man, we all got to give
Some of y'all niggas need to call your wife and your chaperone
Right motherfucking now
Ya know why (Why, they got to call em why, why)
Cause
niggas never gon' jack her
I love my bop 'cause I'm really a factor
Bitch, ten bands
That's what I paid for my fit
Twenty-eight bands what I got on my
Judging by the way |You look at me I'd say |It's time to go|Baby me and you |Could fake a honeymoon|Let's sneak out real slow||Leave your cares
soul
Everybody knows you're just a busy man
everything you got is not enough for you
never enough
For the love of money
your greed is all in vain
taken what she needs
She bled me like a stone that's sinking
Of all the love that I could ever bleed
Shades of all the greed
I did not notice
Falling for
don't you get this shit twisted
Cause we got central air
Everybody is depressed in need
Some of mental care
But never been in prison when someone
You love
to Salsa dance
The chef come here
'Cause everybody in the restaurant kept watching man
And I'm thinking, "Wait are they watching man?"
Did he think I'm
everybody else, living in this world with no help
No guidance, no self-love, until I met drugs
Gangstas being imitated, by internet thugs, Shrugs
No hugs,
You need to season your chicken
We ain't like dumb folks in here
Sometimes you fight with the Bible
Sometime it's carrying shells
This family
Written by Freddie Mercury
Is this the real life?
Is this just fantasy?
Caught in a landslide
No escape from reality
Open your eyes
Look up
and be a mother to your son
Come home and be a mother to your son
Peace and love blessings from the one above
Everybody needs somebody somebody
am I supposed to love in a world full of push and shove
How am I supposed to breathe in a world full of lust and greed
Well I guess I'll have to live
at the trap,
Act a ass, guardin' the cross and that's a wrap,
Matter of fact, when niggas can't tap your hat,
We react by shankin' everybody at'cha shack,
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