Lyrics:
it's gone have to be tragedy (a tragedy)
Ooh, we ain't talkin' about 50, 'get the stra (get the strap)
Niggas hatin' 'cause I'm rich, I grab the MAC (I
to feel yourself this time of night?
Wouldn't it be, shouldn't it be, couldn't it be nice?
See, we're too busy
With this ebb and flow of espresso overdose
Together, you better
Cause pretty soon it's gonna be too late
A message from King Tee The Great
Sisters, since we are the
Mothers of this earth
It's time we
know
I can't trust me and other hoes
Too busy, can't money, can't do
And I lay that money all on the floor
Too many blues, too many hoes
I can't choose
Drifting away from you
I know you lied when you said
You just loved me too
Too busy just messing
With other dudes
Reassurance is the only thing i asked from
lit the fuse
So why'd you wanna talk to me?
This shit is getting really toxic you're too blind to see
Now I'm moving on, and that is fine by me
Going
Missing you got me spacing
No fault I'm still waiting
Several missed calls
I'm out trying tog et rich
Too busy getting high as fuck
Claymore anyone I
back
About a day later
She's too busy (I'm too busy)
She's too crazy (I'm too crazy)
Its that
Hustle Mode
She be on daily
Trying to get out the civic
Slide for the night
Yea
I ain't sayin it twice
All I want is your love for the night
I'm just tryna be nice
With Majestic in your life
You know we
on like a real nigga
And they all still with us
Seen too many trill niggas fall to
Let you bitch niggas beat me
'Fore I take a loss they
Gon' have to RIP me
tryna get my blues up
Freaky ass bitch shippin' Henny with no chaser Freaky ass bitch, she be askin' me to spank her
She off the cost of Migos, said she
grade, he told
Had all the bitches doin' my work for me, was too busy sellin' O's (on God)
I've been a smart lil' motherfucker, used to have my niggas
"you remember when I"?
Touching the paper I'm using the ink
Feeling so different they feeling it too
I just want get it by, by any means
Even if that
Lookhowyalike,
Now don't you know we're gettin' busy, it can't be corrected,
??? had to be deaf
I say whatIlike,
Like I said, sometimes we bite,
Even though
don't associate with me
I'd rather, get busy to the third degree
Cause the wrong population's on infinitely
If this was the street, my razor would be
Lookhowyalike,
Now don't you know we're gettin' busy, it can't be corrected,
[unknown] had to be deaf
I say what I like,
Like I said, sometimes we bite,
Busy painting a canvas in my mind
Of all the times that I lied
Of all the times that I tried
To be the best boy in town
When the regrets keep me up I try
the surface
Too busy surfacing the contours of my face
Facing my own reflections, reflecting on why I feel more failure than father
More punk than protector,
Too busy getting stoned in your glass house
To kick rocks, then you wonder why I lash out
Mister Mathers as advertised on the flyers
So spread
Charles Manson who just happens to be rapping
Blue lights flashing, laughing all the way to the bank
Lampin' in my K-Mart mansion, I'm in the style
nothing by my side it got me feeling blue
Choppa bullets eat my face
Girl, I say this everyday
I just wanna run away, I
I wish you loved me, ain't the case
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Everything I do they do they want a nigga DNA
I'm too busy trying to get these scripts off to my CNA
I ain't
Don't call my phone I don't answer
I'm too busy with strippers and dancers
She gon' give me bald head like it's cancer
Wanna be Monica like I'm Chandler
wanna be so different
But I'm too inconsistent
Can't wrap my head around the fact that I I I
Can do bad all bad all by myself
Baby I don't need no help
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