Lyrics:
vague
No answers at all, just bodies behind the stage
One witness yells out, that he was dressed in black
Stupid dookie link, with a Fisherman hat
A cop
just might blow
(Ugh, ugh, ugh)
(Man, light that fucking blunt up come on we out of here, they know the deal
Finesse Team Entertainment, applying
born
Thunder gave me a lift and lightnin' knocked on your door
Your chance in a lifetime, woman, might not have a number
To be loved by a man
no checks to send her
She ain't never got the credit, we got no AmEx to lend her
Lil bitch can't fuck with me, so I gotta yell-out to Bodak
Presi
out of line, keep my fingers on the neck and water alkaline, in Christ's benevolent name just get the sweat out my eye!
drippin, like the sides of cups
on the hill
Bye bye, baby, don't you lie so still
Chain lightnin', frightnin' as it may seem
Must not be mistaken for just another dream
Justice of the peace
on that or did you set a payment
2021, it's a blessing, just had a baby
Niggas on the same team, but they be out here point-shaving
Gotta get mama a new
shit is intolerable
Livin' by principle
Starin' out over women in swimmin' suits by the pool
I'ma slide with a few
Every chance was spoiled, no
out of 89
We headed back, you had a baby by Ron
But that's irrelevant, bygones is bygones
Calgon is Calgons, love it when you jump in Ghost thongs
cannot be alone again
I feel like I'm insane
Got me smoking by the chain
You're the drugs up in my veins, but
It's tearing down my brain
It's just hard
finally target your folks
I'm like Jimmy Hopkins the way that I be slanging the dope
I'm out in Bullsworth, I got a rolls royce for the low
From my partners
Down in Louisiana, bayous by and by
Pirogue pole or your natural soul
Keeps you tied to a tree high tide
Beer joint lights come on
And then
Down in Louisiana, bayous by and by
Pirogue pole or your natural soul
Keeps you tied to a tree high tide
Beer joint lights come on
And then
Out in New Mexico, many long years ago
There in a shack on the desert, one night in a storm
Amid streaks of lightnin' and loud desert thunder
Life is strange, so shout out to Jack Hopkins
I'm putting shins to chins, you pussies slap-boxing
Barely graduated and didn't make it to college
Now
Grove Street walk-up flat
Where dwelt The Calistoga Kid, a beatnik from the past
With long browned lightnin' fingers he takes a cultured toke
And says,
Down in Louisiana bayous by and by
Perogue pole or your natural soul
Keeps you tied to a tree high tide
Beer joint lights come on
And then
want to be your hubby and meet
Your mummy that won't even feed your tummy
By the end of this year, if I ain't gone
Will you know who will end my career?
to die these days from cancer to covid to colts
I might get caught on the flat and get struck down by a stray lightnin' bolt
I might live to be a hundred I
or die trying so just sit tight
Imma sinner I admit I don't know how to live right
Reaching out for hands ion see nobody in sight
War going on fight my
say that I'm really down to drop in (Drop)
Throw me a pass like a Qb, I'll bring it in, D Hopkins (Bring it in)
Don't let the belief die out just yet,
a body
He done went and caught him one just like DeAndre Hopkins
Fucking an opp bitch, I hit her at the hotel, she can't get my location
She can't suck
maybe ten miles out of town
When I heard the rose of Memphis boys that's when I left the ground
I can't go back to Storyville way down there by the sea
We both got shit we wanna get
That's facts
When it come to certain shit
Just know we won't give it back
Gave you all my love
Took it for granted
Now
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