Lyrics:
a cutie, we spoonin'
Take it back and take a look at yourself
Take the lesson, put it all in the air
Too many days gone by
Sittin' by the phone, waitin'
good I dey pull weight o
Everything I do I dey carry faith o
Niggas don dey hate omo these days o
Bartender biko nyem Ace o
Godfather on another wave o
these bottles to celebrate my pain (Pop it up)
Sometimes it's sunny yeah but i make it rain
Everyday every day by day (Yeah)
Another blessing come my way
the better days for my domot
These days i dey shy to comot
Yomi lokunku bami tono
Make i dey hot make them dey rush me like pofpof
Put the better days for my
smoke brocc’ all day and bust millis, good
Yeah, really, I rush any hood
Bear witness, and I bet
You getting frightened, ain’t ya?
This is everyday shit
These days my mind be racing
Some days I'm impatient
Tired of this game of waiting
Just a matter of time
Got so much love to give out
I choose to be
I ain't playin with em no mo
I got killers that love me they on go
Nigga i got respect by the boatload
New whip got a lotta horse power
I ain't
It's the brown child, better version of the story
Sees Conji, a sister, mother played by Tori
In Astoria, kid named Tiki took the cake
The greens
mine
I never rush time waiting for my chance to shine
Life aint a race aint a race to the finish line
So live your days live your days like you're in
I'm posted up just one deep
Cause these days these hoes out here be plottin' to come up on the creep
And these suckers be on that reach, tryin'
com
Worldwide Web in your CD Rom
I been all up on the internet dropping bombs
Ever since I was Myspace friends with Tom
I'm about to bum rush
by the fountain
Swear my favorite hobby countin' Like, where the fuck was you when I was drownin'
Style cold, speak truth, why you clownin'
Swear my
coated
Looking so clean girl I want you
VIP suite with a bomb view
Rolling up sticky I call it glue
I'm up in the air like I'm Tom Cruise
FIRST
black, we strapped
As long as ki's make g's these thieves attack
And ain't no rules on the streets these days
Muthafuckas better watch they back and take
the gutter
Now I'm cleaning that bitch out
Feeling like I'm Tom Petty
Bitch I'm never backing down
Half of these niggas don't know what they doin
The other
bowels keep busting, underwear keep crushing, while on rush they're fush my brush isn't working, the hates here
Lurking ,I'm jerking off these percking
Because I gat it locked down inside my Whitty
Now we in my bedroom listening to why me
While am trying to tell her that she was written by me
See baby
When I die
I don't really care if I go hell or heaven
I just wanna link my nigga NB
Cah I miss my goon hungry youngin
Hitting all these one-on-ones
on my skin
All these worldly things we do day to day just to fit in
In my zone all alone, God close like next of kin
Let the words burn ya' soul slow,
Same shit, different day
All this noise, in my face
On my life, check the time
Just one look and it's all gone by but you know
You know
You Know
When
Tryna hound ya release
The Gold Rush
It's the crowing disease
And that got me looking
Both ways on this drive to them better days
No this not a come up I
helped me
Imma nut on her chest, Exactly
Tom ford on my body You smell me
I'm too different don't try to compare me
And these Racks keep on piling I'm
still got a crush on you
I still get a rush
Still got a crush on you
Remember the time when you and I went roller skating?
Remember the days when we
level ya bitch up whipping that ay
Stay on ya journey its never a rush
Life is too short and who don't give a fuck
Thank god for better better days I was
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