Lyrics:
I got off the plane at the Tampa airport and walked outside into the Florida sunshine
and I was met by a tall grungy red-headed promoter guy
and his
written on the pure white wall
純白的牆上寫著我的名字
Drop the pencil on the table blood falls
完筆落於桌面時血滴隨之濺落
I have seen nobody by my side to explain this
身邊無人予我解釋
when I record the next album
Too i'm going to go to like
London or something fucking Trainspotting
One thing that's stayed similar
On the two albums
Is
You know the motherfucker did it
[Judge]
Well the court sentences you to death by electric chair
(Some guy laughs)
[Bizzy Bone]
We had
Cruis'N down the street in my four door
I said Cruis'N down the street in my four door
Cruis'N down the street in my four door
I said Cruis'N down
So that's it, I got out of bed and took a bath
And got ready to go to the studio
And I got Kevin's reply by email
I called him up and asked if he
Let's go, did you know a killa stay right next door
Presto, I'ma put a half one on his next four
A black nigga drive in a phantom, just pulled up
it by the book, I was in it for money
I never stole, never lied, I never hurt anybody
The definition of a good guy stuck in a bad scene
Growing up,
the back door opened, shit
I hear it close and my belt unlock
Turn around and there was four mafuckers with glocks
Pointed straight to my dome piece, grabbed
a
Be a big shot?
Inquire today while the secret's in stock!
All you gotta do is hyperlink blocked
I used to be nothing but the email guy
Now I'm the "It
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
we'll hang out next week
I pat him on the shoulder, say, "Thanks for stoppin' by.
Then I opened up the door and said, "Take care, guy!"
He got mad,
times build you keep ya head up high
Keep ya grass cut ya mind on the prize
Fiends want buck i got it tucked by my side
I ain’t working for a piece I
and shaking sweating and anxious
Time to get it together and gather my patience
Through my door into my room holding back tears thinking I'm doomed
Psycho
like the next one
I don’t want to listen to The Game, I’m all about that little guy named Wayne
"What a shame!"
So right there, I look up
It’s too late,
Go kuu everyday I was face me one
We smoking some in-door opps
Up in this spliff
What's next I been worried bout my check bitch
What's next I think you
the last two hours
Watchin' these clowns go in and out
Remind me, what's the qualifier
I think u should know
Nice guys
Said we can party like the next guy
on somebody's door, you can hear a mournful sound.
Some poor woman cries out, “My man is gone. Lord, what am I goin' a do?”
Some poor woman cries out, “My man is
wanna listen
Now you go bout your day and I'll go about my business
Been around for a while catching eyes like i'm fishin'
Forget about the guys you're
to deal with the wars of us
People are rooks, by the way they stay on their path
I'm a nice guy, but I never finish last
And these people being pawns, by
hours
Or not
If immersion in audio hasn't occurred by sixty minutes or less, then I have learned to stop
And shift to other activities
Something
Yeah Falz the bad guy is in the building by the way
MDK wassup
Maleek Berry wassup
Give it to them let's go
When I wake up in the morning
I thank
It don't matter what plans I got, I can break 'em
Yeah, I can turn this thing around at the next red light
And I don't mind telling all the guys "I
a pill while saying let’s go to the bathroom
Closing the door as I start to kiss you and touch you
I pick you up and put you on the sink as I start to fuck
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