Lyrics:
myself I be too numb
To feel something sometimes so I dig deep, get in the Cherokee
Let my mind fly free into the wilderness so I can get this shit off
a breezy, easy
See we see all we can see
G.R. we can G, the Eastside family
Coherent, cohesive, the co-pilot
On this Eastside shit 'cause, I'm co-signin
Hey I am Vanessa
The princess of fun
So come to my playhouse where I share my stories and songs, one by one
Be who you wanna be
Sing along with me
We
a couple lessons just to come back and win
I know sometimes we all go through it and we can't understand
But everything will be good in the end
It's Mark
to struggle thinking what we'll eat boy
But I made it out dropping all this heat boy
Aye real one, real one
I need a Ms. Lewinski William, William
A nigga
through that rain
And remain the same
Uh uh uh
Do you know how it feels to come from a place like the field
Where you can get killed for being too real
I
only had one thing to say
That would make a kid's day
Or change his way, here's what it would be
You should know me by now
Simply with sympathy
11 for an O
For the millionth time askin me
Questions like Wendy Williams, harrassin me
then get upset when I catch feelings
Can I get a minute
should listen to this track in my Maybach
I'm just tryin' to be a billionaire
Come and suck a dick for a millionaire
Uh, it's just different
I know
named vanessa got it goin on
I'm a wax that ass give her one map then send her home
Headed to the mo she got my knee's knockin pulled over by the park
Now
Are you frightened by the weight you possess
Or is this lie just weightlessness
Smoggy twilight in L.A.
I can't think of one real thing to say
don Dey take
(Che Che Che Che)
Yeah now fireboy is foreign for real
You can be the Williams
And I’ll be the Pharrell
Come to my side
Let us party
be bouncing wide and ribbons ? on side
giving you men with that classic throw back sound
but, but without further ado, ? my nephew will.i.am spit
can we talk to about this? Like, this is fucking crazy! I....
Listen, listen, listen, listen. Hold on, hold on.
I understand you're upset, right?
But
And turn this rap singer to a ringer
As far as Wale fuck his people
He prolly die out by the course of next season
What the fuck is a dig dug I really don't
Yeah, Yeah
Can I be real?
Ain't that why we here?
Look
Forgive me if my two sides are conflicted
My parents been separated
And I finally forgive em
I
The bridge is over my dick, bridge'll never be over
Long as I'm alive and breathing, braveheart to the graveyard
I'm the William Wallace of this shit
Ayo P,
Be Careful Of Stones That You Throw
-Artist: Dion
-peak Billboard position # 31 in 1963
-previously recorded by Hank William, Sr. (as "Luke
So you wanna be hardcore
With your hat to the back, talkin' 'bout the gats in your raps
But I can't feel that hardcore appeal
That you're
So you wanna be hardcore
With your hat to the back, talkin' 'bout the gats in your raps
But I can't feel that hardcore appeal
That you're
Sweetmeal Sam, real ham,
Handing out bread and jam just like any picnic.
It's 5-4 on William Wright; he made his pile on Derby night.
When Billy was
Dogg like a retriever
I went up in this big fat bitch named Treva
She had a best friend with titties named Vanessa
She told me to undress her, yessir
Wouldn't you believe it, Dogg like a retriever
I went up in this big fat bitch named Treva
She had a best friend with titties named Vanessa
She told me
me
Can't see blinded by fear
Watch me conquer everything that's near
Speak life not death and the ride real smooth
Gotta stay in the zone to execute
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