Lyrics:
Bottega on me, forever a slime
They waiting on me I Richard the time
Why do you promise me you gone stand by my and I feel it's April fool
Please dont tell
dancing with me
I get a beer, I give her a kiss
And one night on my bed, get her number
The next day the same old fucking routine
Good days (These good
GPT, Python does it all
And if you're not using it, then you're bound to fall (aye)
Let me tell you 'bout a game that's quite a thrill
A game of cards,
on all this shit I’m feelin’
Shed off my old skin but boy I still got pieces peelin’
Let me tell you 'bout it
Let me tell you 'bout this shit
Mr. AP but I
Eighteen years old, 'bout to go to college
'Bout to waste time, waste bread, get knowledge
Sun goes down and the world keeps spinnin'
Sun comes up
Rina i can hear myself good now
You're good now, haha
Haunted by the memories of you in this life
Man, I've met so many dudes
That were jealous
really good as gold
She can make my grandpa
Feel like he's six years old
I got 20:20 vision and that's all I need
Enough to keep my baby here by
Yeah Gotta speak the truth yeah nothing but the truth yeah
Dealing with the stress I'm just trying to maintain
Tell you bout the joy I can tell bout
its eyes
Strong woman sitting there through the night by his side
Couple days went by and I finally cried
Thankful for the things that man did
Taught me
the old folk home
Come on and go home with me mama
Mama. I am not riding in a long limousine
My car is not much good
But I got a good seat right by there
them down and sell ‘em to you.
Hardly is a sailor alive, who can keep the tears from his eyes.
As he remembers the good old days when there were no
n***a handle that
Cause you be on the same old shit
Waiting on the day, you go out and split
If it's really true what you told me bout ya boo
I'll might
'cause the truth I said in Zealots
Well let me tell it, Without Premier you couldn't sell it!
[Lauryn]
Murder that boy!
[Wyclef]
We 'bout
can spend his evenings
Lit up in a melodic haze
Grow up, grow up, they tell him
You're too old for your youth
You gotta do something soul-sucking
No
He never called me by my name just hillbilly
My grandpa taught me how to live off the land
And his taught him to be a business man
He used to send
of worrying bout the rest of my family, fuck
Ay
I don’t like saying goodbye
Man, I don’t like tell no lie
I don’t want be no regular guy
Boy, don't you know
He never called me by my name just hillbilly
My grandpa taught me how to live off the land
And his taught him to be a business man
He used to send
way
Round in circles I'd go
Longing to tell you
But afraid and shy
I'd let my golden chances
Pass me by
Soon you'd leave me
Off you would go
In
reunion
Barbecues in the backyard
That wooden house they use to call a shack
One stoplight two liquor stores
By the railroad track
Dem good ol days
We bout
worldly wise,
I should get the Nobel Prize,
For good advice
Good old Henry Ford, he was a hardworking man
He worked all night and all day
I said,
momma sister And my grandpa
My daddy always got me And he rep that
I need em riding shotty
I need me a lil milly for the Get back
Pay my shooters go
Reminisce, now you got me thinking 'bout the old days
Kiss my cheek and tell me i'll be okay
Before we go to bed thank God for you, I pray
I feel
coming back for you one day
You can see it from afar, we were riding that wave
Blinded by the lights, and it's something I crave
We didn't want
no one else
That's what I tell myself
I get turnt by myself on those long nights
I smoke till my lungs black but it's alright
I'll have a good time
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